The Ocean roars in your absence
Causing the winds to find you and every living creature underneath the waters, to swim wild and wide in search for you.
Causing the heavens to whisper in their loudest. In strokes and in light-groaning anger.
And I stand right here at shore
Waiting for their return like Noah's favorite pigeon.
YOU ARE READING
Dead Letters
PoesiaWe are Afraid. The supposed Ones with bravery of hearts are weakened because of affection. Now we lay low on succulent beds and Undercovers. These are my honest Dead Letters.
