someday
you will see a
storm raising
behind the shades
of my pen.
The soul of
letters
will dance
with the symphony
of waves
and
the paper will
drown
to its fullest.
Come over
you will find me
in the wrecks.
J N D
o
someday
you will see a
storm raising
behind the shades
of my pen.
The soul of
letters
will dance
with the symphony
of waves
and
the paper will
drown
to its fullest.
Come over
you will find me
in the wrecks.
J N D
o