Wednesday 27th May

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The mist creeps in

Then crawls back out

Obscuring the land

Eerily grey about

The sun’s warmth is there

Trying to burn through

Turning the sky

A cerulean blue

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Thinking of you

And missing you always

Love you sweetheart

Beloved Angel son

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xxxxx

Mist rolls in over Man’s Head

The sea is there somewhere

A few groups on the sand

Misty harbour

But there is blue sky up above

Slowly, slowly the mist is dissipating