The ocean is drying
The life inside dying.
The ships should be last concern,
While the ocean is set to burn.
The imaginary ships gave hope,
While they were still afloat.
Now the ships destroyed,
Sorrow and confusion are employed.
Don't you worry or fret,
The ships are not over yet.
The ocean will be made new,
By all that it has gone through.
In the distance ships are returning,
Slowly the ocean stops burning.
New ships have been made too,
Still the ocean is forever blue.
AN: So this is written by Emylemonlime as a reply to my last poem. If you liked this go check out her other writings.
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Life and Randomness
RandomThis is practically a book that is composed completely of what ever I feel like putting down. If anyone has a problem with what I put then feel free to tell me .
