Playing With Haicu!
The tide comes rising,
Its foamy depths return and
Here I stand alone.
Rank and foul,
The air tasted strongly of
The dark space beyond.
Like deep dark caverns
His eyes held no remorse-
So she sat, waiting.
The tide comes rising,
Its foamy depths return and
Here I stand alone.
Rank and foul,
The air tasted strongly of
The dark space beyond.
Like deep dark caverns
His eyes held no remorse-
So she sat, waiting.
Original design by John Oxton | Illustration by Denis Radenkovic | Modified for Tumblr by Christian Montoya | This design is released under a Creative Commons license
