Poetry

Wednesday, 30 July 2025

The straits of Japan

 I can't believe

That I was your stop gap

Pit stop

Change over

While the reel rolls on

But I suppose

That's how

We'll leave it

Just passing ships

In the straits of Japan


I can still smell your perfume

I can still hold your head

In my hands

I love you

I love you forever

Oh in the straits of Japan

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