Song of the galley rower I didn’t know that I would get accustumed to the sound of a heart breaking. Trying to calm the beat, like drums inside the chest, I clear my mind, getting inmersed into the music of what can be done now. But, sometimes, I don’t know how this tiny odd spark into my brain turns off the dark and switches the veil, like the wind keeps away the clouds. Should we bow towards the altar of the Unknown? Or might we better bend our souls in love with the things that learned to grow? If there’s an answer or not, if we’ll save ourselves before the flood or in the global collapse we might drown; This I really cannot know. We’ll just have to figure it out as for our lives we row towards the light inside the dead-eye fishes flow. Share this:TwitterFacebookMe gusta esto:Me gusta Cargando...
Great poem
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Thank you! =)
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