Early Morning RitualsA Poem by NevilleEarly Morning Rituals Where else might one just sit these days, and watch the sky and sea, in awe of such subtle pastel shades as those, found only on a bramblings cheek .. Indeed, all this, while ancient anchored fishing boats in rows each dance and sway upon a tune the two of us might well fail to hear .. Yet still the old men mend their ragged nets and women tend, then gut, then scale and clean the catch .. as cobbled streets again turn silver .. And all before breakfast on a day just like yesterday, today and tomorrow © 2022 NevilleAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on July 22, 2022 Last Updated on July 22, 2022 AuthorNevilleGone West folks....., United KingdomAboutSometimes my imagination get's the better of me and then the pen takes over .. more..Writing
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