Old Soul

woeful calls of the sirenbroke the silencegone were the sightseers,tourists and their trashold were her branchesmermen wore envylike a blanket of giant kelpfor the old soul that stillheld the stunning spoton the floor to their worldyearning to float in the sunon her long-aged armswhile golden scales twinkledas a beacon for their kinsmenthey would call for … Continue reading Old Soul