Morning Fog ~Spiritsof the Dead

as i set sail in the morning,
the peaches smelled nice, the
coffee settled on my stomach, like
nothing.

the morning fog so hazy, but so nice.
i often set sail in the morning just to
see it. i wanted to be a part of it,
but not yet.

i set sail one morning to notice it
was worse then most morning. but it
was my kind of morning. the storms
settled in.

i went out, i didnt think it would get
that bad. but it did. i tried to hold
on, but it was just to much. my boat
went over and so did i.

Spiritsof the Dead

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