660.
Blue October rains,
How can anything be the same
Now I have a name.
661.
My ears are yearning;
All these years were slow-burning
In nautilus souls.
662.
Long maritime love;
I’ve been at sea for so long.
Rock salt, scented words.
660.
Blue October rains,
How can anything be the same
Now I have a name.
661.
My ears are yearning;
All these years were slow-burning
In nautilus souls.
662.
Long maritime love;
I’ve been at sea for so long.
Rock salt, scented words.
