New world; Challenge
Thou shalt brought threats to me
Naught off shore of sight fiery
Bliss on flame bit of coldness
Pleased not thine heart but theirs merely.
Frightening to be on sunken ships
when light and hope and chances dips
Some bridges ends whilst some were built
Some worth golds whilst some worth filth
Yet not a single day or hour nor a year or a lifetime
Shall maketh your comment be input in sheets
Even on paper or digital form be stored for time
Shall memory be brought back to remind you of me.
poem by Ellirie Aviles
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