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- Chorus of the Sea (No title ;P ) at allpoetry
Here, the sun dips himself into a sugarcoated slumber-- / Potent dreams cast shamelessly onto a sketchbook of fluxing waves-- / Kissing the loyal milk of mother nature's teat-- / He leaves the skeleton of her clouds to - Not Finished at allpoetry
These hooves will be my wings / Embracing the aches of the earth / With such ingenious melody that / Even the gods scream to be free / And your mane holds the zest / In a breath of the fervent winds / Painti
