Writhing in turmoil
The black waves scream endlessly
Death pervades the air
Every instinct tells to run
Yet we still venture to its depths
Apr 24, 2020
Apr 24, 2020 at 8:54 PM UTC
Writhing in turmoil
The black waves scream endlessly
Death pervades the air
Every instinct tells to run
Yet we still venture to its depths
Tanka poem