Blue Greys
Spring snaps and bites, teeth bared
Like a tame dog, now turned scared
Too loved to be kicked away
Aggression once was play
Now grey clouds huddle in
And in the tearing wind:
The pain of freedoms passed -
The furthest to the last
By the long straight water
Gaia’s land-locked daughter
Strains hard to find the place
Where the sea and sky embrace
(no poem yesterday, was spending time in the sun...)
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