La mer, she swallows my words.
For those I don’t know how to form the sentences;
those, can’t even speak out.
She sees it through, and returns in waves.
Tag: reflection
…where the exit is
I wish
I could reach the light
where the exit is
no longer
an
illusion
Let it drift, if you have to.
there comes a time when nothing can be seen through,
none can be fought,
let it drift,
until the shore is hit
