Light the places that are far gone
Ships sail, but are quick to sink
It's the ocean that breaks time
Time away from land
Light away from dry
Pictures are painted on sheets of wood
Rigid and rough thoughts might be
It is the sun that gives another day
Another painting to store
In the ocean
Colors through a wreck
Storms are quiet
but they cease to exist
they cease to become
one
Hands are no longer on deck
Overboard is the only safety
For now
Ocean is home
Home is quick to sink
Where is light now
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dude. i need you to help me with my major american authors' poetry. i didn't realize you were so legit.
thanks for your comment. and the music---yes.
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