the bluemarine Poems

In the Devil's words a world i say
In times that lived to be
times that held me in play
there was a harbour by a sea,
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As I see tonight, a bit clearer too,
That time has turned a threat to me
A price that seems fitting, for letting
Me flow through this endless streak
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Silence, they call it, of what,
I may never know, and it won’t ever matter.
The strange custom before a storm, was stranger,
Today, as a guest in proceedings of war.
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By the hill top, lying on a dark stretch,
i saw her, the blue canavas showed me her,
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