Cat Hodgson Biography

Every morning it's a trip to the Sea.
To watch the ships as they flee.
Oh Bessie can't you see,
He's never coming back to thee.
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I fell in love with your whisper
Yet on poetry dreams
Your breath on my neck chased loneliness
Your presence dwells in my palm
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The quiet of the night mocks my wretched song,
The lone path is long winding and shadowy dark

Listen to the howling wolf; he too hide in brush alone
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I gaze upon snow distant meadows
Diamonds glisten like rare jewels
I dream of mirror pools in your eyes
Enchanted with never ending blue oceans
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Autumn rain chilly and bold
Soon winds come drenching cold
Colors whisper to light the fire
Autumn weather has warm desire
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