Dead sing through the ocean waves,
A chorus of the glory-bound
Drowned, beneath the blues.
Writhing beneath the seas
Bones and black inhabit those depths,
To sing and swim their day
Away, malice have they
To be in the free, open sea.
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collection of poetry
PoetryThese are extremely short drafts of poems. They cover several topics. Titles may be redacted (obscured).
