Peter S. Quinn
In A Small House Near The Sea - Poem by Peter S. Quinn
In a small house near the sea
with corridors and balcony,
though fresh inside
from relieving tide,
- this is not freedom for me.
There's a glass inside it's heart
like x-rays - bondage start,
twilight from waves
a thought engraves,
where boat from shore departs!
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