Blankets of Dust
There’s a dust that blankets the back of minds,those unopened thoughts from some long passed timewhich blurs our current emotions and thengoes on to make us wish for times again, and the dust that covers those behind whensmakes all my future look as if it weresome warm cold far off haze with uncertainchances of ever…
Marine Poem
We are the mariners of our own home,those who set out to travel God’svirgin lands as well as those modern sprawlswhich were founded by classical hands.We set out in the oceans, skies to roamthose ideals which all our parents saidwere out of reach for humans—ever—said. And all our parents’ minds and bodies were dams,which held…
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