Cliffs, rocks, water
by ZAC EATON Who searches for who? These tracks still steep The waves always held ya on the downfall. And the sand’s still soft. Feet go by themselves, From beach to beach Sniffing in the salt, Thinking of the words…
by ZAC EATON Who searches for who? These tracks still steep The waves always held ya on the downfall. And the sand’s still soft. Feet go by themselves, From beach to beach Sniffing in the salt, Thinking of the words…
Zac Eaton is originally from Sydney, and is currently studying Literature, Sociology and French at the University of Melbourne. His interest in poetry comes from playing with words and their order, like a puzzle to create the right picture. Writing is…