And one was seen
Setting sail across the sea
Miles and miles of landscape
One thousand, and one escapes
to ignite our breeze
With patience,
and altruism...
stoicism.
The gold sustaining in our ebb and flow
The moon enters you in an effort to glow
winter led you here
But in your voice spring appears
nothing more, than to be grateful
for such a jewel in a crown of thorns
Inspired by some of my favorite lines by
M-E, and also by the admiration I have for refugees