It came to be
with a smile of thee
~
Silver its tones
washing away the shores
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In the breadth of death
came the simple truth
~
Basked in agony it rose
In manifolds of sea groves
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Rushed the love of being
In the wind of seeing
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The ending came bearing its gifts and left.
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One day
for another
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Crafted the will
without any bother
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As sailing came to be the journey in me
Raging in the storms with an endearing fee
For staying till the ending the promise wilted
And in the bosoms of a field of sage guilted
The wreckage endured and settled the fee in me.
Until the next ❤️ beat ~.~.~