#WritcoPoemPrompt28
She floats like a dream,
Before she sinks under,
Carrying in her folds,
The dying cries of the soldiers...
carry more then words and pain
super strong and brave
gods grace
one in a million
and jillion ways to make
something in the night goes dark and it's hiding spot
berave enough to say those words
sea seems young from her age
continents and countries playing from ice ages to this monsoon season
I have wrote this for some reason
that I always say
song that fades to memory
memory to change in defining game
u me we all are same
way inside folder
he been told by her
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