I'm in a poetry mood tonight... don't worry, I'll LJcut them :-P (p.s.- they're not mine)
The Wind
The bay is thick with flecks of white.
The freezing air is honed and thined.
The gulls sleep on the stones tonight,
Wings locked against the prising wind.
With no companion to my mood,
Against the wind as it should be,
I walk, but in my solitude
Bow to the
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