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Poem By Sinnaminsun Sinnaminsun

Fathoms many
upon six,
lie deepest ebbs
where two afix.

So blue in tone
sinks farther down,
till blackest night
fills all around.

Just then do seek
thy grasping hand,
All drown and out
now take command.

A climbing up
toward lightest gleam,
As sun breaks through
thy ocean stream.

Afloat amongst
adrift to shore,
To've held that hand
which holds no more.


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GREAT POEM, i can see every word..................