(dedicated to Missy Melita, a poet friend at poemhunter)
I sail until Gibraltar
Through fire, ice, tornado
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The avenues of fate, destined to chaste. Life's sweet taste, slashing in my mind's embrace. Compact yet avery nice piece to ponder at. a 10.
A beautiful poem...Black balloons flew into dew...What a wonderful line is this...I wonder who is going to accompany you!
It builds on new ideas but short.