Forgotten
I’ve spent so much of my daily life glaring, That my mirror has forgotten, how they looked, welcoming, I’ve seen so little of my own eyes, sparkling with delight, That I have long forgotten the true purpose of sight. I’ve
Effortless
Man has always been fascinated by the mysteries of the sea, Maybe because there isn’t an inch of land that’s left free, So he sets about elaborately courting the ocean, Alas, if only to his own follies he paid such