Waves hit a lonely shore
Winds in the distance roar
The sailor's ship is sure
There's little water left
It said so in the lore..
He's waited in his life a score
To meet what's for him in store.
Lower the anchors more
There's the promised Land
Where the lonely trees stand
And treasure lay in sand
But a man's lack of greed
Is what it does demand.
By:Number76
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My poetic diary (2019)
PoetrySo this is just a continuation of my old poetic diary. It's a lot better than last year's that's for sure. Ehehe~ I hope you too think I've improved. And thank you thank you so much for readinggg!! *Psst also check out @ElyDebora, she's the one put...
