Hope, however futile

Hope, however futile

A Poem by Iona Dorsett

His eyes were brown this time,
It seemed like a good omen.
I've near drowned in far too many icy blue oceans,
But apparently slowly sinking into mud can kill you too.

© 2016 Iona Dorsett


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Added on June 28, 2016
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