There was very little of a safe haven
And less of a word
Not enough to release the hope
To spray into the ocean.
Blue was comfortable far from the shores
Where no came (no one stayed)
And it was barely enough to release us
Not before it killed us.
And Green granted the harbor
Never because of the coast guard
But if it had been children
She'd build the biggest sandcastle.
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Part the World
Poetrythey called him a child and disordered for wanting to get out a series of poems meant to bridge the gap between the night sky and the blue ocean. from many people who have seen both and are hoping to change the entire world with words alone. they s...
