On The Water

The ebb and flow

Ejaculates yesterday’s soul.

The bitter cold

Calculates countless roles.

So dark, drab, damned

Unquestionably sorrowful.

December’s claim,

Driving out ducklings in despair.

On the water,

Irreprehensible and fair.

Chased away
A long time

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