Oct 31, 2022
I remember once you’d said see; “Sticks and stones may break my bones
But words will never hurt me.” So, watch the ocean speak to the rocks through its waves,
One solid the other liquid, as different as can be.
It didn’t matter that it was strong and sturdy,
The crystal ocean shining like its pearl,
Wished the rock wasn’t so murky.
To change its nature, waves started to thrash against the stone.
2022- Fall- Issue #7