The stars are falling,
The tide is crawling.
A shallow cold breaks the mould.
A sea so foul,
I hear it howl.
A giant wall made of glass,
Come to bring the end at last.
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Author:
Kirk Garnett (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 17th, 2018 02:36
- Comment from author about the poem: The every day battle against life itself and the pulling tide of social responsibility.
- Category: Sad
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Comments2
Yep, this is overtly interesting! Maybe we need to go along with the tide of life?
Wonderful devices at work here
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