Other rivers were having their oh so important tides all over, but it never really mattered to him, as that was the only tide that he wanted to see was right in front of him, that was the one that mesmerized him, made him dream and eventually project about things.
After long waiting the tide came but happiness wasn't together, the tide wasn't willing to go all the way and that broke a bit of young John as he had high hopes for that big turning tide.
But in the end, what has the tide anything to do with it? Tide never asked for such devotion,tide never wanted his love, tide was being tide.
Um comentário:
curti. primeiro paragrafo é we waited ou he waited? gosei das licenças poéticas gramaticais que vc usou. curto isso. :D
Postar um comentário