It’s time to escape…
The call of the sea, and its breath is too strong,
Toxics is written – its lovers still wronged.
As Oceans awaits its tortuous birth,
The skies still echo the cry of a girl.
Where is Reuben?
(Blogs will arrive, and blogs be read,
Posts will appear, and tweets be said.
A flippant rhyme, as I pack my things –
yet Tuesdays and Fridays I will still pop in!)