Tides will wash the fishes scales,
Undertow to shore.
Lonely long forgotten tales,
Remembered then tomorrow.
To heal the stain, on the Tigers mane.
Leads sheep to a deathly sorrow.
Taken with desire and want,
As nature whispers here to taunt.
Eternity lends to borrow.
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Author:
RSM (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 25th, 2025 06:43
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Comments1
Full of wordplay and metaphor it breaths. Nicely done
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