we stood beside the foggy sea
and held back what we meant to say;
we thought with this eternity
there'd come another, fairer day
but shadows creep like evening mist
and cover children, women, men;
we had a chance to face the truth,
but then I never saw her face
again
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Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.
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