they come and go
like day and night
as they sail through
sans the house of light
daunting waves
ever so grave
among those travelling
you could hear him bellowing
YOU ARE READING
poetry
Puisimy thoughts are twisted and your's are too it comes from the sidelines and up and down like a pretzel maybe a crossaint
ships
they come and go
like day and night
as they sail through
sans the house of light
daunting waves
ever so grave
among those travelling
you could hear him bellowing
