Dec 2019
Weary eyes gaze out at sea
And worn hands drum
On weathered wood
A cigarette hanging
Loosely between his lips
As sea salt
Invaded his senses
And he surrendered
Himself to the sea
-atlas
And worn hands drum
On weathered wood
A cigarette hanging
Loosely between his lips
As sea salt
Invaded his senses
And he surrendered
Himself to the sea
-atlas
