marți, 2 septembrie 2014

A Sea To Suffer In.

Like thieves in the light,
With grief and a sigh;
Like knots in the night,
Crookedly tied;
Like rivers in moonlight,
Uncouth, feral, but bright.

With oceans inside,
We swallowed our pride;
Lost in this tide,
The waters have dried;
Waiting for tomorrow,
We harvest the sorrow.

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