POEM: Story in Ruins Posted on October 12, 2020 by B Gourley In ruins I see what was, but could be no more. When land becomes sea to live they must flee — fate’s door. In ones, twos, and threes, they left on sad sprees — ashore. Share on Facebook, Twitter, Email, etc. Click to print (Opens in new window) Print Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window) WhatsApp MoreShare on TumblrTweet Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like Loading... Related