A tap on my port was all I wished for.
One day I was in the hall, just got home.
Suddenly there was a knock on my door.
Soon my life would turn in to this syndrome,
Love it’s name must be; what is this feeling,
This one feeling I could not understand.
By the door was thee so very appealing.
Thou took my hand, let’s walk the meadowland.
The nature’s change; look close there is the sea.
Get on the ship to safety, the wind knows.
The wind will guide thee to the land of free.
I’ll be thyn as long as the river flows.
In thy arms I will rest, thee my life’s core.
Safely and glad to a bridge I will moor.
YOU ARE READING
A sort of poetry.
PoetryThis is my works that might, and might not be called poetry. Things that floats around in my head and happens to be remembered and written on some paper.
