Hey musician walking by the quay,
turn around and listen to the waves
The dash of silence
and hush of birds
the blues of the wind
and whites of the tide
OBLIVIOUS
To the world this side
huddled in mud
to the blood that's
saltier than water
and storm thats devours
the hungry men.
Walk on to the sonnets
that have a face
walk on even when the
faces fade.
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