Coffee Date Limited Edition Digital Prints by Victoria Chuidian

Victoria Chuidian

Nobody heard him, the dead man,   

But still he lay moaning:

I was much further out than you thought   

And not waving but drowning.

Poor chap, he always loved larking

And now he’s dead

It must have been too cold for him his heart gave way,   

They said.

Oh, no no no, it was too cold always   

(Still the dead one lay moaning)   

I was much too far out all my life   

And not waving but drowning.

BIO:

Victoria Chuidian is a writer who specializes in digital content in Los Angeles, CA. (I'm not sure what to say here?)