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Wave of sorrow, Do not drown me now: I see the island Still ahead somehow. I see the island And its sands are fair: Wave of sorrow, Take me there.
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It's really good my friend i still feel the christmas though 🎄🎁
@bigrizzlertwizzler wrote:
It's really good my friend i still feel the christmas though 🎄🎁
@kamariana wrote:
@bigrizzlertwizzler wrote:
It's really good my friend i still feel the christmas though 🎄🎁
GOODJOB MARIIII<3
@bigrizzlertwizzler wrote:
@kamariana wrote:
@bigrizzlertwizzler wrote:
It's really good my friend i still feel the christmas though 🎄🎁
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@kamariana wrote:
@bigrizzlertwizzler wrote:
@kamariana wrote:
@bigrizzlertwizzler wrote:
It's really good my friend i still feel the christmas though 🎄🎁
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I love how this poem captures a sense of hope amid sorrow. The island represents a place of peace or escape, and despite the waves of sadness, the speaker is determined to reach it. Simple, yet full of feeling. so this a 8/10
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