When the sea shows its claws ~
I’ll lay like a lava rock, my ~
Back to its sulphurous hiss, ~
Unmoved by its attention-seeking pounce. ~
When the wind sighs in drones of plea ~
I’ll lie with the others of my kind, ~
in a hot pit to bask ~
Hardening my spine against the sea, ~
my ears against the wind. ~
Call me cold blooded.
Another wow Luke x
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Cheers – nice to dip into the archives every now and then (from Galapagos 2017)
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