Wednesday, August 21, 2013

Pau Amma

There's a hook on the wind,
Dragging us to sea,
And the salt on our lips,
Grows thick with the spray,

The sound is calm enough,
Hiding its currents in the blue,
But the threat is there,
A sharp turn and a pitch,

Into the swells and eddies,
And the water is in with us,
With the birds and fish,
Showing us who is in control,

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