The sailboat ships out
to stormy seas
with sailors
who to death will freeze.
Rocks as sharp as tiger's teeth
glistening with salty tears.
Unfotunate is that day
in soft brown earth will they lie.
The seamen shout:
"Hey, ho!
Of all our hours
here the last one comes!"
And as captain in oppression
turns the helm
he thinks lastly with salvation:
"We're all going to hell."
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Lost feelings. {poetry} ✔️
Poetry*** She carried unspeakable truths which made her shed tears sticky as bees' honey. So when we kissed they dripped onto my lips sweetly. *** collection of poems enjoy! 27/7/18-#2 in happiness😱✌️❤️ 10/2/19-#4 in youmatter
