Poems from tlazovski
High and endless waves,breaking and pounding on cliffs.How to last like them?
Drip, drop. Wail. Drip, drop.Gray ominous sky above,no drops fall from it.
On autopilot,embracing the copilot.When did I end off?
What if an ending,is only the beginning.It is just not your.
Always looking up,admiring the sky and dream.Did not see the poop.