1.
Zenith.
Old caravels.
East waves against this reef,
warm but lethal soft bed and grave.
Sinking
my face in the dark green water.
Stop the living thoughts.
Forgetting you.
So far.
1.
Zenith.
Old caravels.
East waves against this reef,
warm but lethal soft bed and grave.
Sinking
my face in the dark green water.
Stop the living thoughts.
Forgetting you.
So far.