• emenaha_poetry 3w

    You have always promised me the sea,
    So I can see the big ships,
    The little child in me,
    Still remembers your promises,

    I wanted to come and see the shells,
    Littering around my barefoot,
    I have always admired Bendel,
    As my mother used to call her.

    But time changes in nature,
    The microbiogist, that
    came, saw, took a sample,
    It's crude and blood.