A beautiful, limitless play land
Underneath a raging tide
Never ending and miserable
A lost child to no avail
Depressed in the deep blue
Soft waves, one’s own paradise
Being towed and pulled by the tide
Having no clue
Who she is on the inside
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Author:
Nina Withers (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Sad
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Comments2
Welcome to MPS, Kate! Beautiful poem, great choice of words, love your imagination! Who is she, indeed? Let's hope future writings will give some clues!
Lovely. Keep writing. 💗 💕 ❤ 😊
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