Peeks, a roar rages deep down,
Sailors drown in sea and freeze
a frown,
side and side, claws in breeze,
are floating on bleakness,
sailing veins spidering and
grasses filling up a beating end.
So all the clashes and freshness,
are petals on a salty bough.
or tears are rough
that devour a filthy border,
into shiver.
More than a spiritual skeleton,
Sea is a hold of sailor's bone.
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Tigress from the east
PoesiaA poetry collection written by a Chinese girl. Biggest life goal of her: sitting in perfect balance of daylights and nights, back towards a mysterious naked tree, a cup of chai is better than coffee. Thinking, turn a being as living
