Anita Mechler: Lost at sea January 4, 2016 by Anita Mechler I on shore. waiting cold alone. You at sea. lost listless silent. Your distress signal flashes, into close clouds without hope for rescue. To be your anchor. tied to land, no raft or watercraft. Uncertainty is my call, your ability to see or hear. My flares do nothing for you, But show you the way back home. Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading...
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