Melody to Mourn
A shanty for ye sirens below
Come yonder far away
Run lost and scared this day
Pure droplets must decide
I'll brace the storm inside
My withered hearts defeat
Till love returns to me
Subtract the wisest few
Plucked from the masses stew
Grasp hold the sand
You've reached the land
Embrace the weeping tree
Who cries the siren's sea
Till love returns to me
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Makenna Bolton
Hi! My name is Makenna Bolton, I am 20 years old. I grew up in Wisconsin and in June I graduated from the American Musical and Dramatic Academy in LA; with an Associates in Dance and Theatre. As well as writing, I love acting, and dancing.
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This was very poignant and beautiful! Loved your poem!