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My world made small
By the mist,
falling rain
Spray and hissing
Sombre warnings
This dark, grey morning.
I can touch my horizons
And the damp walls
Are crowding me
But there she is
A silver bird
Proud,
Surrounded by
her watching guards
Out on the grey-green meadow
#CoSopoetry
@matty7w I love that first line, "my world made small by the mist" - I can see it looking out of the window today. And not very far! ❤️