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There was an ocean of sheet
Yet the waves did not divide,
the lion and the ghost's possession.
I wonder how they paid the wind to do that
Push their sails together while pushing mine away.
It's interesting though
From the distance I was pushed
It almost looks as if the ghost was preying on the lion.
While he took the initiative and paid the wind
Was it not her beauty that made him pay?
And in return
Is it not also her beauty which drowned the goblin?
Leaving the fairy to search for his corpse.
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The New Year Lore
PoetryPoetry describing my perspective of new years through the eyes of the others. Quite thought out. weirdly enough, in these unorderly poems, order matters. I hope you enjoy. Or at least find it a passable way to spend the time. *cough* or potentially...
