keskiviikko 6. helmikuuta 2013

the sea I crave

Sheltered by foam of the sea
in the hidden lakes
pockets of the deep
losing your way
in the forest of sleep
 where end meets means
you wait
questions fall
like rain dotted leafs

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Whisper your message to the waves, the echo will reach me.