Sunday, 28 April 2019

Born by the River




I was born by the river,
And I’m missing the sea,
The smell of the ozone is bubbling in me,
When you’re trapped in a town,
And you’re aching to flee,
‘Cause you’re born by the river,
And you’re missing the sea.

bobby stevenson 2019

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