We are wandering the bottom, or so it seems
We breath, we live, we gleam
Whatever we’ve seen. We’re waving our dry jokes goodbye
We are conjuring the bottom, or so it seems
We breath, we live, we dream
Wherever we lean. We’re waving our dry hopes ...
Poetry Time 87: Underwater
Andreas_Helixfinger at 12:00AM, Sept. 15, 2024
©2011 WOWIO, Inc. All Rights Reserved Mastodon