The Ship(Mirror of Time)
And so the mirror brokeI slit my wrists with broken glass
And there, in the distant horizon
I saw a great white ship
Then as I gazed
upon the distant shore
the ship was lost
`thin cold pale mists
My dreams went
fierce that night
the slowly sailing stars
`pon the void glarred
And then was silence,
Nothing more
And alone I woke at dawn
"Oh, morn in hell is swell"
Poetry by Vangelis Varlas
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Written on 2021-01-01 at 06:40
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