Rawness
There are times
when this lake makes me
disconsolate.
I become twisted, arms
thrown upward in surrender,
wind swept and tossed by
rawness of the winter days.
Steve Hein
s
Rawness
There are times
when this lake makes me
disconsolate.
I become twisted, arms
thrown upward in surrender,
wind swept and tossed by
rawness of the winter days.
Steve Hein
s
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