orgami's Diaryland Diary

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fractions of grey

salt wounds
the wince
the pain

the element
of it pure
all cures
are pain given

and this wind
this marvel
blowing waves
height and splash
the green bohemian
wilds of it
on summer calm
beachs full of
hazy dream island
gazes

now it cuts around
corners and takes
breath
the hair streamer
gusts and flag snapping
whips
the grey underside of
clouds unblinking

12:55 p.m. - 2010-11-25

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