Ocean
Like the blues of the ocean,
you wave high into my bosom.
So salty.
So besprent.
So vast.
Unexplored.
I, sailing on a boat.
Moving with the currents you carry.
Making me lye down there,
Gazing at the night so starry.
-Rohit Nikam.
you wave high into my bosom.
So salty.
So besprent.
So vast.
Unexplored.
I, sailing on a boat.
Moving with the currents you carry.
Making me lye down there,
Gazing at the night so starry.
-Rohit Nikam.
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