Drowned Poem by Aaron Lynn

Drowned

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Every piece of gold is shapeless,
As they fall straight through my hands.
And my spirit remains defenseless
Against every single shining strand.
Seeking out the solid ground,
I struggle to maintain my stride,
Yet, I fell beneath and drowned
Swimming, with hope, against the tide.

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Heather Wilkins 25 August 2013

lovely write enjoyed the read

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