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The sun is warm, the wind is cold

I’ll sleep on the floor of a drained ocean
in the shadow of a once jagged
coastline.

And I’ll dream of you sometime
between dark and night

This was written by Robert Herring. Posted on Wednesday, November 16, 2016, at 9:11 pm. Filed under Books. Bookmark the permalink. Follow comments here with the RSS feed. Both comments and trackbacks are currently closed.