Abyss

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Like a falling petal
From a bloodied rose,
That graces the earth-
I wither.
In the depths of the mighty sea
I drown,
Tossed and turned; lost
In the vastness of the ocean.
I burn,
But I become one with the stream
That caresses the burning sands of fate
As it flows through the endless desert.
I disappear into the wind,
And the breeze
slowly carries my broken soul
Into the abyss of the unknown.

~l.k
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(A/N: Another free verse! This particular verse is centred around a broken soul 💔
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