The Walk is not ending, So Prophet continues
Floating on, Traveling, and the Hands will Open
Full of Light, Things to Fight, Followers Awoken
Rushing despite the Night, Right for Time and Issues
The Journey still lingers, Not letting Frightened Them
But the Sea sees Better for the Brothers to Know
So they Think, So they Sink, Feeling the Bitter Now
Enduring the Coolness under the Higher Hem
Then They Will understand, Inside this freak Area
The Meaning meant Before, When the Master has Talked
Words should have Been surely Marked, Listed and more Chalked
Flowers will Recover all Over the clean Lea
Story nĀ°76 is a mere poem. It was submitted on 16 April 2022.
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