Monday, June 4, 2018

My Vessel My Own



Sketches of your inner turmoil
Are drawn on the oceans
With invisible ink
My sight blinded
I do not sail 
A ship from your past
My vessel my own
You have never stood
Upon its deck
Felt the wind
On your skin
Letting its rhythm
Embrace the soul
My navigation charts
Show no route
To sail





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