October 22nd
Water is the blood of the city:
The rivers its winding veins,
The lakes its precious arteries.
I stand on the beach,
Listening to the waves beat against the shore,
And I realize them for what they are:
A heartbeat.
Water is the blood of the city:
The rivers its winding veins,
The lakes its precious arteries.
I stand on the beach,
Listening to the waves beat against the shore,
And I realize them for what they are:
A heartbeat.