by Douglas Cole
Awake in another world,
returning, again…
A mystery, a sterile hotel,
swimming in the huge pool
while the winds blow overhead,
the island still in my mind. Continue reading
by Douglas Cole
Awake in another world,
returning, again…
A mystery, a sterile hotel,
swimming in the huge pool
while the winds blow overhead,
the island still in my mind. Continue reading
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