Abstracted
The sea is not my home.
A foreigner I wave in it's -
ignoring me. It turns aside.
Anew it lies, we’ll meet again.
The sea is not my home.
A foreigner I wave in it's -
ignoring me. It turns aside.
Anew it lies, we’ll meet again.
Olivia Peake is from Grey College. She is a silly fresh who has written some poetry for QUIRK magazine. Poetry is important, in its humanity, it connects us, and she thinks everyone should have a little break and read some.