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.PrintWhatsAppMoreShare on TumblrTweetEmailLike this:Like Loading... Related