The coast cried pallid
Along the occurring daybreak
And let the ocean roared—
So weak, so livid.
By which it sets the gloomy saffron too early
For which it fret down the west
By the pallid hue and fluff
That are so weak, so livid.
Reaching out to me—
Well—trying to— because it's so frail
I've wondered that maybe it would make me ailing
Enveloped by the weak, by the livid.
And as I hushed the deep pallid
Letting it absorb my refulgency, for also the wailing sun
The coast tried to reach me again for it succeed
For wouldn't such affect by the weak, by the livid.
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Final Amends; Short Poems ✔️
PoetryBook 3 of the "Short Poems" series. - - - "I could easily and hopelessly fall- although I'll release my all." - - - (NOTE: THE TITLES OF THE POEMS WERE ALL GOT INTENTIONALLY CAPITALIZED ON THE FIRST LETTER OF EACH WORD FOR AESTHETIC PURPOSES.) Copyr...
