Petra

Is there a single bell, for someone’s need, do others have to yell, hanging around like skeletons, with lip sticky greed, faces like rainbow paraffin, standing by the well, say you're a fool to leave, please don’t tell, why I'm not driven, it’s not just the sea, when I listen to shingle, the murder of sea shells, claims my being, between shoreline and swell, makes little difference, sand shifts the shillings, in your eyes a kingdom, you sigh, ‘we’ll see’