P L E A
Drowning in a deep blue hue
Desperate for air
Clutching at floating pieces of timber
His cries for help were muffled
By the cruel tyrant that was the sea
The ship has faded away into the distant horizon
Just as the sun prepares gracefully for her descent
The child's cries have stopped
As he sinks into the embrace of that merciless sea┏━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┓
THANK YOU FOR READING !
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This actually came to mind like a very realistic painting and I wanted to paint it for you with words.
-Zahi 💕
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FOXGLOVE | poetry
Poetry✰ a cup of coffee, a cosy old sofa and a little rain drizzling outside. what else do you need? oh right, probably this little compilation of imagination. ━━━━━━━━ POETRY DUMP zahi (2020-21)