Ssshhh, don't make a sound,
Ssshhh, the devil is abound,
Ssshhh, stay under,
Ssshhh, stay your shudder...
No asailant sound this way
Evil pursues us every day
Don't make a sound,
In this yonder of a shipwreck
The Wales are ever ready
Ssssh, no strange sound
For at this juncture we are in despair
Our lives need much more to be spared
No,no,I hate a blaspheming voice
Stay under as planned
No revelation for your poor self
Alpha,come for there is just us
These sorrows like a sea
Rolls and gripens the inmate of fear
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THE RISE OF A POET
PoesíaThis is a collection,talks of human behaviours,nature,love
