Slack Tide

i feel you in the folds of morning beneath the lid of the waning moon as chortling fish crows cease their calling and the tide embraces a still lagoon ~ © M.G. Iannucci 2019

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Tangible

in the twilight of frosted night i cease to roam for in your firelight i find heart’s home ~ © M.G. Iannucci 2019

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