Blurry HorizonA Poem by SnitsThe sweet remedy of a bird from far off The splash of the water to the cliffs of the rough The strong eager wind always seeming to clutch What a smooth sense, feeling and touch The jumble of mountains all in a gather Like a bunch of smooth cloth put on a salver The smell of the ocean never too sweet nor too tart The sky and horizon never seeming to part There off in the distance and past all the dust In a blurry stronghold we all seem to trust © 2008 SnitsAuthor's Note
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