It's easy to get lost in the water. The sky fades as it meets the sea with the same blue as the heavens. Amidst the calm waters and inviting uncertainty of the lands I am yet to see, I seek homage from the depths of the sea.
Between siren calls and messages trapped in vessels, I am drawn to its mysteries. I am lured toward the crashing waves and washed-up stories I am yet to uncover. The horizon calls for me to tell her tale to all the sailors.
But your eyes anchor me back to the shores.
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Trinkets
PoetryIf you want to read without the commitment, this is the perfect book for you. You can open it and read a few excerpts once in a while, or you can read it in one go. The entries here have various themes which may confuse readers as it confused the wr...
