Stranded
Being lost there is a sailor's dream With eyes like the waters of the sea Hair flowing down like a silken stream Waves rush over my face drowning me The contours taking my breathe away Never wanting to trace my way back Going in circles in this endless bay With only my reflection in the black
Copyright © John Beam | Year Posted 2016
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