I find wooden boats more attractive
When colors get more depletive
I go on sailing trips in the sea
paddling towards a one-way dream
The ropes at the shore pull me back in
When I go too far to see a big bluefin
I know someday in deep blue sea
I will find things right, inside of me
2 comments:
Is this poem some sort of radical right wing promotion for bluefin extinction, or some sort of longing for the era where the Earth was submerged in water ?
Can't hear you beb, it's very loud in here.
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