tokens of war revised

[milo]

In the chill of winter
I shed my fragile skin
dry as late autumn leaves
it slides like a reptile against
a stone.
Devoted soldier,
I soothe my limbs in the
salty sea;
Weeping for receding bruises,
tokens of my battle.
On the shore a man
searches for colors of
the world and motions
me to see shades of peony
and russet at the horizon.
I cast my eyes toward the sunset,
submissive as the sea.

I think you should reconsider your line lengths and breaks especially breaks like "the" and "of".