Every parting from her is a bereavement.
by Patrick Howse30 Sep 2015
From my doorstepA subtle dawn'sFirst pink wash
Disengages From dense deepLead blue waves;
At the hilltopThe livid sunThrusts water aside.
A summer's endLights her faceWhen she wakes.
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