Castaway Poem by White Tiger
Castaway
The winds are howling
The sky is gray
I've lost all sence
Of night and day
The ocean waves
Are getting stronger
Swallowing the shore
Near and yonder
A storm effect
Demanding respect
And through its eyes
Its rage reflects
I sit alone on the highest peaks
Counting the days, counting the weeks
Not one ship has passed me by
I'll be here, till I die.
C. Vergara
12.05.2009
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