If I made a poem that sang to the seas
and whispered to the winds,
Would the winds remember what was whispered?
And when I sang to the seas, should they see the secrets sunk into my subconscious?
The winds won't ever wander where I once have.
The seas never will stare solemnly at the stormy sky.
Seems that it is worthless.
Feb 21, 2019
Feb 21, 2019 at 4:42 PM UTC
If I made a poem that sang to the seas
and whispered to the winds,
Would the winds remember what was whispered?
And when I sang to the seas, should they see the secrets sunk into my subconscious?
The winds won't ever wander where I once have.
The seas never will stare solemnly at the stormy sky.
Seems that it is worthless.
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