a box of one’s own
by the sea
knows but three sounds:
the breathing of the waves,
the gnash of pebbles
and the far-off cry of a gull,
lost in the fog.
a box of one’s own
by the sea
knows but three sounds:
the breathing of the waves,
the gnash of pebbles
and the far-off cry of a gull,
lost in the fog.