Poetry: The Sea Of Despair
a dying, graying, wilted flower.
---hope was lost--is hope gone?
the flower is no longer the same.
seeking even the tiniest ray.
a soul looking so tired and weary.
unable to leave--cannot resist.
to swim the river of destiny like a fish.
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