#WritcoPoemPrompt28

She floats like a dream,
Before she sinks under,
Carrying in her folds,
The dying cries of the soldiers...
Couldn't match the tragedy of silence
Before poets are not done with aches
of rains while someone has defeated the
poetic phase of curse, nothing is impossible
here with a joy over something else you haven't
autumn leaves crave the joy of thirstiness
while a poet who fantasies about long last desires
within a dress of dreams without void pictures.
lastly I would remain calm on the moon with a
deadliest warrior of the nature like no one expected.




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