i. THE OCEAN IN WHICH I CAN NOT TOUCH.
sirens of the sea,
deep in the murky waves of who i want to be,
continue to follow the stream of light that beckons
from the house on the hill,
reach for the stars and all the glory
that lays above shorelines.
scream until you no longer can't,
be who i dream to be.
ESTÀS LLEGINT
what tomorrow brings.
Poesiaxvii, april. (iii). you have no voice if no one is listening. © playlist poetry h.r. : #3
