Flight
A gallowed dawn
Where hope was hung
A siren wails
A gatling gun
A spinaker sails to fetch her son
Broken film from a movie screen
Saves my ass but burns my queen
Love found me unworthy
Poverty bought me some sin
Honour caught me hiding in a bin
So I flee to your embrace
Your eyes your face-where
There is a river there
Copyright © Jannie Breedt | Year Posted 2016
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