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Literature Text
Among the distant waters lie
buried away from the burning sun
they hide deep beyond the eye
they are the ones who couldn’t run
The pristine colors that never hide
blur the lines that kept their hold
they weave the tales they left behind
stories of dead men never grow old
They are the flowers from their bones
the stark white dissolves as the sea foams
And they stay behind like sunken stones
such a sight never seen in our broken tomes
Their souls have left for realms beyond temporal
their bones are left growing them, the coral.
A poem I made for a class, what do you think about it?
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very well written