A sea is born
A sea is born
Grievances erode in a tide of passionate cry.
Her hand is a warm pressure on a feeble shoulder.
It is so long since you have lost some salt-water.
A sea is born.
it engulfs life
Grievances erode in a tide of passionate cry.
Her hand is a warm pressure on a feeble shoulder.
It is so long since you have lost some salt-water.
A sea is born.
it engulfs life