19 de noviembre de 2018

S-42



No crosses mark the ocean waves;
No monuments of stone.
No roses grow on sailor's graves, 
The Sailor rests alone 
His tributes are the sea gulls' sweeps, 
Forever wild and free . . . 
And teardrops that his sweetheart weeps
To mingle with the sea..



1 comentario:

Anónimo dijo...

Las condolencias de un barquero
Nicanor