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Potter's Field

Bursts of mist: drops like pins against rock and sand pushed by the wind. Horizon's edge beneath evening star, sky darkening to violet like ink spreading. Erosion of stone, sunken gravesite: souls their voices the roar of the sea.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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Date: 8/25/2011 9:27:00 AM
Lift your pen and let your creative words flow onto the paper Jennifer. Thank you for sharing your writing with us. I enjoyed reading your poetry this morning. Love, Carol
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