O. C. Woods

Rookie - 42 Points (08/05/1981 / Rouhling)

Morning Fog Seas - Poem by O. C. Woods

When mornings Winter wakes I'm lost, blind
meadows to valleys blurred with seas
the need to cross is no release
betting on the continuation through time
I feel myself shiver, waiting for the change shores
cleaning then healing Bitemarks and Bloodstains
Mr Weather's done helped by his accomplice Mr Maritime...


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just a Winter morning

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, January 20, 2013

Poem Edited: Sunday, January 20, 2013

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