quiet the morning, i sit
in solace, mists draping
the naked mountains,
i wonder, what the day
will bring?
i am unguarded, yet
hardly fragile, the sun
god is on my side,
the briny scent, of
pacific waters, leaves
me dry, the taste of salt
upon a northerner's lips.
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poetry for the poetic: 5
Poetrythis is my fifth poetry book on this profile! please check out my other 4 x thank you for reading ❤️
