Poems from RuthWinnicker
I pined for the top,
The utopic top of the hill,
To stop the time, I said I will.
To save us, I knew I could
But should I go when its so...
It is gargantuan, dwarfs in comparison,
The force of a torrent, the strength of a garrison,
Started fervent from base, up went the base...
With frigid hands and
Arms brittle as glass,
He moves the sea to
Reach what he at last
Has felt he now needs.
No mast, nor flag, nor ...