A Musing Dean
A Grand Morning
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
Up
Up from the Ground
Crawling over the land
It covers the light, it covers the sea
Gradually it engulfs you
Like a cold wet hand,
With no escape
Then, off in flight
It creeps away
Never to stay by mornings side
A mist
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SHARON / SEARAN
November 2, 2010 at 4:39 PM
YOU ARE PRETTY GOOD AT THAT !!!
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