Friday, January 9, 2015

This Morning Looked Like China

The sunrise was imprisoned today,
By a dragon’s breath, spit of fog…
A Cormorant awaiting the pardon,
Sat patiently on a floating log.

This war’s a perpetual battle,
Between the winter and the sea…
Every day the sun burns though,
Adds a notch to my soul’s victory.

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