He was lying next
to the eerie sea
shaking in coldness
away from the warmth of she
weak his body was
yet he crawled so hard
on the blade of rocks
along the roughness of sand
tears fall from the eyes of him
afar is the lady of his hymn
take my heart, console our fate
last breath seeing you, is never too late.
-missunnyblooms
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POESIA
PoetryOften we lose against the will of keeping it all secretly. heart cant just keep it all, if its too much. - - - can you keep a secret?
