not averse to verse
Just here. For no reason at all whatsoever. None.
Tuesday, 22 March 2011
On the Harbour Wall
She silently casts flowers to the waves.
The spiteful sea rejects her sorrow, spits it back.
As she turns, I see it splashed across her face
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