Lorna
A seafromt full of salt;a lost girl,
The wind puts space between us,
Big dirty of a tide,a flood tide
Sly as a gull`s dive...
Shout Shakespeare at the dark,
Blow ye winds blow..
You are the face inside the storm,
The inner eye, the stolen word.
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