I think now, in time I will still,
it’s a shame all those ships
pass with a stare, a smile,
and a dynamite stick.
Sad buoys splitting to stoke the sun
so that we cannot look forward.
Sad buoys splitting to stoke the sun
so that we cannot look forward.
Lovely
It’s an art to be so moving with such few words.
Legba thank you that’s such a kind thing to say. X