STORYMIRROR

Rover

Rover

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That lost soul,that deep caved entity.

She left dunes of hopelessness.

Stories written on the palms,

receivers left to be unheard.

Boats let alone to be sailed.


She had dreams to be chased.

Nearby,the shore stands alone; to be touched,to be known.

To beautifully wander about.

Untamed, disheartened,

Zenith of her own.


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