Ocean waves speak to me after a long travel
submersed fish kissing me when you’re hungry
Atlantic clouds rain ships have set a course
toward my shores and your thoughtless words
have broken my bow breaking my heart
A hidden philosophy freezing my soul out in this Ocean
and these games are tearing me apart / coast guard
brave team who try to save this soul ~~ but the ocean
knows our sails and ropes
So to pray is to nature or God or to another One
but when it comes who will save your Soul.
:: 06.09.2022 ::
E.P. Robles | Poetry 
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