O how I wish
there was
a bridge
there was
a bridge
between
the blackness
the utter inky
darkness within
and the prettiness
the blackness
the utter inky
darkness within
and the prettiness
of this island heaven
Where even
Where even
a rickety thing
(look at it)
an old wooden
wobbly jetty
(look at it)
an old wooden
wobbly jetty
has a menacing
calmness
and confident
fluidity
which my heart
calmness
and confident
fluidity
which my heart
craves sorely
Whilst deceptively
smiling all devil-like
the brown rocks
Whilst deceptively
smiling all devil-like
the brown rocks
glisten shinily
innocently
innocently
beneath
your radar
your radar
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