Mourning wail
sun tries to break through fog
seagull echo
*
Old memories
city sounds fog can’t disguise
gold in her eyes
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Mourning wail
sun tries to break through fog
seagull echo
*
Old memories
city sounds fog can’t disguise
gold in her eyes
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Sounds like San Francisco.
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__ Good to see you Moonie!
ashes in the air
hides the gulls and their call
this city pier.
_m
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Nice poem, Leslie. 🙂
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