Thursday, May 29, 2008


As if there was not enough poetry about time and tides, here is some more.

The sea is old
The wrinkled skin,
The stirring of
The soul within.

The sea is young
Its playful leap
Hides the pranks
Of storms beneath.

Bye and fuck off.


Anonymous Anonymous said...

haha, you are so cuuuute...pleeeease don't publish this xoxo.

3:32 AM  

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