6.3.2023 - Strike the Surface
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Strike the Surface
Strike the surface
The words fall
Like rain
Without ripples
Without sound
Each syllable an echo
A resound to a past
Unremembered and unspoken
Upon the next tide
They all return
Battered and damp
Worse for wear
But they still align
Disorderly row of soldiers
When called back into the fray
In the end
In the darkness
All that remains
Are the words
Repeating
|Eternally
