that life – 2

there is a portal to the sea
across a harbor window view;
it’s seldom seen by you or me,
in fact, it’s known to very few

but those who know it, tell me this:
that days of sun and waters blue
cannot make up for emptiness
or love made out of lies to something true

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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