Last night, I ran my Hands over the pages of my Old, musty atlas, over ridges And oceans, and trenches of Deep blue and indigo, …
The Seven Seas by Noor Dhingra
There is a strange and Eerie line that divides the Oceans, running deep into Tides of stubbornness and Soft waves of quiet longing, and Instead …
Compass by Arielle Trager
I used to think that leaving you would feel like praying to a broken compass, night falling quiet and cold on the ocean, but I …