poem 358~62/365:2014

when the frost is laid

silent lips do pray the sun

rays to warm the day

~

when heat is too much

to bare loud lips do protest

give to winter yet

~

the rain leaves puddles

a sea to newspaper boats

filled with tidings of mud

~

when I close my eyes

i can’t help noticing the stars

when dreaming of the ocean

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