"Aging"
can no longer remember the tone in which your father called your nickname
Aging is nothing but an ordinary day
The atrophy of the shadow
can no longer remember the tone in which your father called your nickname
I'm also afraid of the winter that the thin and weak are bound to face
You are getting old.
Even if the old age is washed by the river, it remains murky
I had no choice but to abandon everything and chat naked with death
The young shadow passed by
Unable to drive into the next dawn
Everything will eventually return to the earth
You come in hiding and you will go in hiding
About the Creator
Luna
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The Devil's Triangle
The sails ruffled in the breeze as we cruised along. The Sea Breeze was a mid-size catamaran that sailed out of Royal Naval Dockyard in Bermuda. We had booked this trip weeks in advance and were now looking at our Captain, Spike and two boat hands. Paddy and Wilson seemed like nice guys, joking around with the passengers and telling us some stories about Bermuda that only locals would know. Their island accents sounded almost British but they were pleasant to listen to.
By Barbara Gode Wiles6 days ago in Fiction
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Awesome!!!