Saturday, 30 March 2024

Ulla

These waters groan, they ignite our flame, a ship brings us home, don’t know what to do, on cracking Spring days, those asking for food, can we ever atone, what’s done in our name, especially what's gone, how bright is this view, that flies in our face, asks what we're doing, the love that has flown, across fathoms od space, fires a warning, the sea is lemon blue, your eyes come awake, nothing more is true, whatever is told, help keep us safe, honour our blood, keep the same name.

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