At The Airport. . She Was The Officer !



And you asking me
What is my destination ..
Don't you know 
I'm riding your waves ..
With broken oar..
Torn bleeding mast ..
Don't smile !
You are the one to tell 
Where is  my harbour 
My final destination..

  • Author: Myth (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 20th, 2023 16:06
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • agocl

    nice one

    • Myth

      Thank you .. I'm glad you like it ..

    • L. B. Mek

      but we must choose
      lest we remain alone
      we need anchors for our horizons
      and so we trust n hope
      knowing full well, happy endings
      are for fairy tales..
      (thanks for sharing, dear poet
      such a relatable poetic voice
      we must suppress, so much of our anxiety
      to make any meaningful choice, in life)

      • Myth

        That is the norm (we must supress) ..😊
        Thank you for passing by ...

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