If thoughts were dreams, sailing
in an unending ocean,
my vessel, no matter how mere,
I would give a million years
to learn and steer, if it would mean
that I could come sailing home to you,
and to you alone, my dear.
— A. P.
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Accidents: A Collection of Poetry
PoetryIt's like learning a new tongue; like befriending an unfamiliar book, and finding love expressed in a million different languages that I cannot understand nor explain. - you have kept me awake for far too long Antoinette Prescott, 2016 "Accidents" i...
