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Morning’s Song

The gull’s calls

And Sea-grass whispers

The silvery gray

of early Light

Ocean glimmers

Each wave washes

And cleans the beaches

Mournful mirages

of yesterdays sorrow.

Morning’s Song, teach me

how to live and how to die

Wind, shake my bones cold

Sea, make me Alive

Saintly clouds overhead loom

clean me and fill me as I march

Into the Sea, Into the Sea

The Morning’s Song

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About marcofreschi

I live in the Ocean and write poetry View all posts by marcofreschi

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