A Touch of Frost
where death has dealt it's fatal blow
an angry sea it bears to mind
a swell of tears begins to flow
in words,no haven do I find
for memories run true and deep-
and so I weep
and so I weep
Copyright © Rob Metcalf | Year Posted 2010
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