The ship was sinking, and no land was in sight
Everywhere around me, people were drowning and screaming
A sense of hopelessness, I could see no light
And out in the blue, I could see the end coming
Then I saw a most beautiful sight
She was there calm and serene without a shimmer of fear
She filled me with a hope so bright
And I no longer feared that has to come far or near
Poetically yours,
Bij Chabs
1 comment:
a poem which really proves...what an insomniac is..
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