Your alignment
with sea was not perfect. You
were wading in sand.
Give me a slip
of eyes. A scion was
ready to catch winds.
Behind the teeth
lies a bloody tongue. Will spell
your ancient name.
-
Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: September 1st, 2023 21:39
- Category: Nature
- Views: 0
Offline)
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.