5/8/2017
Winds gust and take my sails,
my confidence scrams and scurries.
I call "to stations", the crew looks up,
their indifference speeds past in a hurry.
I just need one strong breath
to blow away all my worries.
by Alex Hanna ·
5/8/2017
Winds gust and take my sails,
my confidence scrams and scurries.
I call "to stations", the crew looks up,
their indifference speeds past in a hurry.
I just need one strong breath
to blow away all my worries.