I thought I was driftwood
bumping against the shores
of a thousand little islands,
and now I find the storm clouds
come and lightning strikes us all,
a billion boats moored together
on the ever-rising tide.
By Heidi Turner
I thought I was driftwood
bumping against the shores
of a thousand little islands,
and now I find the storm clouds
come and lightning strikes us all,
a billion boats moored together
on the ever-rising tide.
By Heidi Turner