I Don'T Get the Rhythm
Fog comes swiftly, generous her gift flowing
Light and breeze different when its foggy
'Pon the terrace, priviledge, boundary open
Memory winding.....
Inspired by Craig Cornish's
Contest:Sapphic Stanza
Not an entry
Written: September 1, 2013
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