OUTLASTING MOTHS
12/03/2008
Mist
Mist, hanging over
the sea. The sea's breath
like milk; its eyes dark-grey
and brooding.
I can't help but wonder
what it's hiding with
sneaky fingers pulling away
the shores small gifts.
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