Surface
Published in
Jul 9, 2024
Blue eyes sail across the sea
and every drop looks at me
But I can’t see
the waves beneath
his surface
What good does longing do?
What good is a man as a muse
if he never rises
to the surface?
© Jacqueline Ann 2024
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