Dense Fog of Morning

Hands to the floor
Stare offering a song
The the Dense Fog
Even at the Time
Father Lay Dying
This Morn, how the Ice Melts
The Falling Spring Blossom
Return to it’s Bough
Still no Butterfly
As Today Appears to Green Willows.

Ian V. Seymour ©2011

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