Jon Stocks

Cormorants and Guillemots Come with me to the Western waters Where the waves lap a coarse kiss on the shore And we can learn to love the silence To give love and know the love of others.   For we are nothing, a scattering of dust A fleeting spark of electricity; And yet we feel the pull of the moon…

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