Her frame was light
Her heart was heavy
With all the recollections
She couldn't share
Even the sea waves were ready to accommodate
Her defeated figure
Rather than some mortals
Who were too blind
To see the innocence
Of her eyes
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-What makes her keep going -
There wasn't a day
When the sun didn't
throw fire
And moon didn't hide
Behind clouds
To make the night darker
But the greed of trapping
Extinguished but glossy lights
Reflecting from
The sea
Makes her keep going
Through the day filled with
Prickles
And night accompanied by
Hunters
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Writer 's note:
These two poems are actually interconnected so I posted them in one chapter ...~♥~
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