James
The crash of waves,
Silence for miles,
The wind smacking my face,
The world finally at peace.
Silence for miles,
Until, “Sir!
There’s something washed up on shore!”
I look out at the port.
A girl,
With sparkling blonde hair.
Her eyes closed.
It doesn’t look like she’s
Breathing.
“Gentlemen,
Pull the Jolly Rodger to shore!
She needs our help.”
Here’s another poem from my book. The link is pasted on the side. Feel free to check it out if you like.
I hope you all are having a great week.
I’m sending all of my love and prayers to London. I’m so sorry to hear about this. We cannot let these things happen. Something needs to be done.
Sending all of my love,
Hannah
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