The way the waves lick against the bow, remind me of when
I once held your steady hand, before the night began.
Now I rock adrift. Away, from the emerald shore
Never again to call your name, silence forevermore.
May 18, 2014
May 18, 2014 at 5:28 AM UTC
The way the waves lick against the bow, remind me of when
I once held your steady hand, before the night began.
Now I rock adrift. Away, from the emerald shore
Never again to call your name, silence forevermore.
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