I like it when I see no horizon,
and when the ocean bleeds into the sky.
I like it when I see a slither of green,
and when that shows me the divide.
I like it when the ocean bleeds into the sky,
and when land shows me the between.
YOU ARE READING
Rhythm of my Mind
PoetryJust a book of poetry. Don't judge, I know I can't write poetry.