Seaside Sorrows
You aren’t like many, you’re cold winds and moss.
A mind crafted of silver and copper, of sin and of saints.
Deep royal blues and silverish greys.
A loyal ocean washed over with a cold haze.
A worn cottage with painted shells and tainted windowpanes.
Copyright © Wilbur Mctaggart Williams | Year Posted 2022
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