Old Maps
Reality those waves defy,
asleep you can finally fly;
Sea is heated by a cold sky
sweet lullaby, sweet lullaby;
Feathers decorating whitecaps
the fence holding you in snaps;
No need to hold onto old maps
bridges collapse, bridges collapse.
Copyright © Melani Udaeta | Year Posted 2025
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