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In The Sea Silvern Grey water pulls A lone shape drifts. The coldness of late autumn Holds on tightly to the tired shoulders. No horizon can offer comfort. The silence is wet and endless! A breath taken, whispering that lost name! The sea kept it secret. Sea floated, creating suspense Between the present and the future. Lines: 10 Prompt ▶︎ |