Harshness of the sun, I have felt forever more,
Why has is now, taken the oar?
To burn my soul, was it sworn,
Why does it fight its destiny to bring me to shore?
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Alation
PoetryHighest Ranking in Poetry: #7 "The elegy of silence, The wailing of fate, The panache of death, The din of rage. Will quieten itself, Soon enough, someday."
