Wednesday, June 24, 2020

Bad poetry Wednesday

Festival Terms
by [REDACTED]

In other oceans
Far away from here
Sprites and fairies drown
There is nothing to save them
The tides waits for no one
And fishes sleep in depths unknown 
In other climates 
Far away from here
A snowbird sings songs
Of hope and peace
While we all freeze
A dream of ice
Welcome home. 

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