The Loss of a Sailing Ship
Forlorn, the creaks that sounded in the night, across the stillness of the ocean’s voice in protestation of Poseidon’s mood, …
Forlorn, the creaks that sounded in the night, across the stillness of the ocean’s voice in protestation of Poseidon’s mood, …
I’ve chased a comet through magenta skies, delighting in its citrus-flaming course. No hill would hamper where it went or …