Our story
One of greatness
Yet a tale
Never again to be told
These waves of time
And the droplets of fire
Have brought me to my knees
Begging to be free
And though
You cannot see it
And though I cannot see you
Hiding in the shadows together
The past we share
Cannot be erased
Neither by me
Nor by you
~N
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Waves
PoetryThese waves can only be painted with the brush of words, the people only being washed away in this unfathomable sea. ~N [#5 in Poetry on 8/2/18]
