a tempest nears the horizon
carousel of bellowed rancor
some panic and scatter- flee for shelter
others alter houses to fortresses
not I, oh no, never I
t'is not the time for dread
I sit on a forlorn beach
sandblasted face revealing a wide smile
eyes full of glee, pockets full of stones
I've waited for you forever, friend
Sep 2, 2019
Sep 2, 2019 at 2:04 AM UTC
a tempest nears the horizon
carousel of bellowed rancor
some panic and scatter- flee for shelter
others alter houses to fortresses
not I, oh no, never I
t'is not the time for dread
I sit on a forlorn beach
sandblasted face revealing a wide smile
eyes full of glee, pockets full of stones
I've waited for you forever, friend
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