Waterways
I’d follow all of these rivers for you
Though withered and weathered, I stand
Through torrents and gale-force, through glacier snow
Edging my way to dry land.
Like I the sail-boat, all tattered and torn
The oncoming current is she
I stand at the bow, a worrisome brow
As silent I’m swept out to sea.
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Beautifully concise, not a word wasted. Feels like you wrote it whilst watching the amazing seas and winds that we’ve been having recently, powerful description.
Jan 08, 2018 @ 10:15 am
Thank you for submitting this Tom and brilliant you are sharing your work.
Have a fabulous, creative 2018
Amanda
Jan 09, 2018 @ 3:30 pm
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