A place for lakes
An beautiful beach.
Kind and hope
No trouble at all
A category 5
Twist the sand up under my feet
An dragged me away
I tryed to find that place again
The lakes
An the beachs
And kind and hope
But the category 5
Dragged that away
YOU ARE READING
unspoken
Poetrythe destruction of words the pray to lords for the desperate need to drop the pain that spoke in the cold rain
