Fog by Saber wilson

Nov 2018

Fog

I hear wailing.
Great ships are sailing
Into your arms; and nevermore
They port on any shore.

Ghost of the mist,
Keep your ancient tryst!
Back to the lone lanes of the sea
Slip silently

Written by

Saber wilson 18/Gender Fluid/Louisiana

(18/Gender Fluid/Louisiana)

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