Jun 17
Every day is a new day.
Hours wash quickly away,
They meet unknown bays.
Why can’t we, escape a sky of grey?
Time is like waves
crashing into the shore,
Every minute
Hours wash quickly away,
They meet unknown bays.
Why can’t we, escape a sky of grey?
Time is like waves
crashing into the shore,
Every minute
It’s funny how I think of the ocean quite often, when I live in a desert. One of the hottest places in USA, AZ 🥲
(13/F)
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