SIREN’S CALL

passium:
“ vintage blog
”
I walk alone each night.
The wind moans and howls,
but no one calls my name.
I walk alone each night,
waiting for the siren’s call.
But no one calls my name.

 

passium:

vintage blog

 

I walk alone each night.

The wind moans and howls,

but no one calls my name.

I walk alone each night,

waiting for the siren’s call.

But no one calls my name.

 

 

One thought on “SIREN’S CALL

  1. Miranda Lemon June 30, 2020 / 5:21 am

    That’s something to be glad about – I think the sirens kill you, don’t they? 🙂

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