There’s a strain


The radar….. radar

Introduce a new course

Sail towards

Your destination

It grows on you….. on you

Sails battered by the unstable wind

There lies a new strain

Origin unknown

The scent is new


Seems a far

Write a letter to him

For when he arrives

To attend to your wounds

There’s a strain

Must it be real or fake?


The radar….. radar

Walk the baluster

To pass the time

Coming soon

Is all you hope for

By: ObligatoryInsightPoet©


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