of years
where none are written
but the ways
I came to you
cross shores
and crimson moorings
to your side
of age
what use in counting
lest I wake
to find you here
no less
for seasons scattered
as verse upon
the tide
. . .
27 Wednesday Sep 2017
Posted Poetry
inof years
where none are written
but the ways
I came to you
cross shores
and crimson moorings
to your side
of age
what use in counting
lest I wake
to find you here
no less
for seasons scattered
as verse upon
the tide
. . .
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