Jomul7

myinkstainedheart:

We were sunburnt, baked to red
and our eyes stung horribly
as we measured in our wet suits and tallied
how much salt is there on each our sea.
But a sea is a sea, regardless of its name-
or how coarse the sands are on its shores,
no matter how much rainwater falls from the skies,
in the end the sea is salty, enough to sting our eyes.

Posted at 11:27pm and tagged with: spilled ink, poetry, sea,.