Poems about boat
Held My Ears, And Now, I'm Different
they doubt to witness it
we waited while she passed
her steady boat be seen
and held my ears, and like a thief
and now, i'm different from before,
bereft i was of what i knew not
will suit me just as well
Her On A Cloud
ourselves are conscious he exist
bold were it enemy brief were it friend
as harass us like life and death
like let of snow
and next i met her on a cloud
her steady boat be seen
That Every Time I Condemned To Be
one little boat gave up its strife
i slew a worm the other day
i took the smallest room
that every time i wake
till both can see
and yet, it will not go
and i condemned to be