Rotten cloth. A poem about life.

We roam the seas with paper boats
With paddles made of rotten cloth
Chances so small and so remote
That we will travel beyond the docks

8 comments:

  1. Nice indeed. I'm so impressed by poetry because I couldn't write anything! Bravo

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  2. "That we will travel beyond the docs"

    I'm a bit slow, what does "docs" mean?
    Document? :P

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  3. A very lovely poem. Great imagery, with a dark and sad tone.

    I write this for you.

    As the demons flee,
    Hope remains,
    Hiding in the dark.
    Why was she there?
    Confined with despair?

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