UNTITLED [written a day after my beloved Pa passed away on May 30] Suddenly, the sea turned into a highway Yet some have struggled passing through Many ships pulled out their anchors, lately How fast they changed their course into There’s an isle losing its grip to the sea Soon it will join the mountain ridge below And feel no more the raging storm today Then every ship salutes as it passes through
Posted on: Mon, 10 Jun 2013 12:41:06 +0000