The sky is calm
The tide is far
Upon its crested, dark reservoir.
A line of spray
A blanched, mist scar
Reflects its creased, gilded white char.
At point return,
And high point bar
We see its depth –
Time’s true, repertoire.


December 2nd, 2023 § 0 comments § permalink
The sky is calm
The tide is far
Upon its crested, dark reservoir.
A line of spray
A blanched, mist scar
Reflects its creased, gilded white char.
At point return,
And high point bar
We see its depth –
Time’s true, repertoire.
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