#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,
To last summer or last night's fling,
So we stand there, our hearts cut up in strings,
Wondering if the waves, carry our lost rings,
Whether it could be found and made into something,
That our hearts of strings may start to ting,
But butterflies and fishes would never sing,
Just the birds and flowers it never brings,
Now I know why you flap your wings,
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