never too late...
(/≧▽≦)/ Hi♡♪╰(*°▽°*)╯Hehehe…
The following poem was inspired by a silly photo I took while feeling a bit lonely at the beach. I think I also looked a bit too lonely because someone asked me if I was lost.
I said: “…no, I am just waiting for someone...”
(^◕.◕^)
Luckily, a few moments later I saw a funny looking stick, or maybe it was a piece of a small tree, sticking out of the grass - which helped me to feel less lonely.
where two moots
sprout roots
just out of reach,
because life is a peach
the love sick captain still snores,
but his ghost ship is on course
which way did he go?
Uhm...
of course I know.
Wait—
for he who is never too late
does not sleep
when it comes to his fate...
the shadow's dim trace
of his salty embrace
was last headed south-east
with a ring and a priest
… (✿◡‿◡)♡(*^‿^*) …