early grey dawning
distant screams of herring gulls
a western salt wind
before the sunrise
we wander through empty streets
gaze on shuttered doors
and in quietude
you speak words of suffering
anguish subsiding
Writer
early grey dawning
distant screams of herring gulls
a western salt wind
before the sunrise
we wander through empty streets
gaze on shuttered doors
and in quietude
you speak words of suffering
anguish subsiding