#WritcoPoemPrompt57
It's also nice to listen to the sound of the waves every spring,
Especially when our hearts are drenched with stings,
Strange as it can be when you cling,
Now I know why you flap your wings,

It's some sort of empty wish to be something like this,
Ridiculously counting on what's not real - those flings,
Watching the darkness fade into some form of bliss,
Until day remembers to forget his name and leave.

It's also nice to garner and think of plundering,
Receiving from all the wells your hands can dig,
Reminiscing the...