Jan 2018
Open tides aren’t new to the whispering winds of time -
They share the secrets above the surface,
And swap tales and stories about below -
Then wave goodbye in the mist of crossed paths,
Until next time
who will
Know.
They share the secrets above the surface,
And swap tales and stories about below -
Then wave goodbye in the mist of crossed paths,
Until next time
who will
Know.
It’s a poem, but also kind of a small riddle but you should get it. Haha :))
