27 miles from here is an island,
27 over the sea.
Forever to cross, the route by land,
But 27 over the deep.
How many times,
I've wanted to visit,
That rock in this pond vast.
To see the graves of those that visited,
And then to breathe my last.
Waves are treacherous,
Drowning deep.
The boats they never keep.
Forever drifting away from,
That place in the deep blue sea.
How I wish to ride on home,
27 miles from here.
And breath the air,
That they breathed lone,
27 miles deep.
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Often confusing
PoetrySecond part to a muses musings because wattpad has a story limit. . . I mean an enthralling book of stories
