Jan G. Otterstrom F.

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NOTE 4

The night unfolds
its darkness, wet wrinkles
soggy seams once sealed
in black, long mourning trains
weeping souls descend
mountain trails, curtains of mist
now vaguely reveal the trees.

















c) Jan G. Otterstrom F.
    October 25, 2012
    Over Costa Rica