Pirates that Cut
Some day I'll write about the fog.
I'll use it as a metaphor
for when I talk of ghosts.
Ghosts that creep along the deep ravines
and slide across the shadows.
Some day I'll write about the fog
and it will seem so distant,
like a whisper among the trees
and a flag hung limp and listless.
1 Comments:
all this talk of fog reminds me of Oscar Wilde and life being a reflection of art...
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