Saturday, November 7, 2015

Excerpt 14 from "Seasons"

The roaring lion roaring more
The crashing waves awash the shore
Just shake the sand from feet and leaves
And, hear the seagull as he grieves
Now, hear the seagull’s lonely cry
Upon the wind, he lets it die
It never will come back, again
'Tis offered up to minds of men


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