July 30th
I see an ocean
That never stops rolling.
Spitting out shells
Like tiny lost teeth.
Waves pound a rhythm
Like lungs full of thunder.
A body of water
With a soul that runs deep.
I see an ocean
That never stops rolling.
Spitting out shells
Like tiny lost teeth.
Waves pound a rhythm
Like lungs full of thunder.
A body of water
With a soul that runs deep.