Poetry at it's beat
The Pallid face of night
The pallid face of night,
is upon us.
The zephyr vernal,
slashes through our apperals.
The glow of sea creatures,
adage the oscillate palm trees wave,
to divulge a reminiscence,
of all millennium.
Our spritual fire and loathe,
we keep our odyssey
upon the pallid face of night.
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