September 27, 2015
September 27, 2015
The Poet's Ocean
About a poet's clichés.
The Poet's Ocean
by YorkGewatter
The poets stand on the shore
asking the ocean for words
to write on their palms,
so when they shake the hands of others
it stains them with the ink.
But the ink is often left backwards,
smeared and faded.
the words do not hold with them,
and wash away to the ocean.
asking the ocean for words
to write on their palms,
so when they shake the hands of others
it stains them with the ink.
But the ink is often left backwards,
smeared and faded.
the words do not hold with them,
and wash away to the ocean.
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