The ocean has a veil
In my world it is blue
It hides a land beneath it
One I slowly march to
Another kind of veil
Is the one I wear today
It's purpose is to hide me
So they cannot find my way
There is the veil I do not speak of
It's words are in this script
They come from one that waited
At the threshold of a crypt
- Author: Eugene S. (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: May 6th, 2024 20:17
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 3
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