Nov 2013
The lake is like an old mirror.
A great rain cloud hangs.
The boats zigzag.
Their sails are whipping.
On the wet docks, men scream.
The bells, the bells,
and a floating yellow raincoat.
A great rain cloud hangs.
The boats zigzag.
Their sails are whipping.
On the wet docks, men scream.
The bells, the bells,
and a floating yellow raincoat.
