Dear Dead Roses on Pacific Oceans,
The way you drift on glossy waters
as if your soul appears to be alive
is by far magnificent.
Watching you float towards,
Un-heavenly paradise makes
Six gill sharks frightened.
Dear dead roses on Pacific Oceans.
Mommy thinks you’re losing it.
But I fathom your intention span.
Tell your buddies their welcomed
in my sandcastle. Even if there’s
only room for two.
Sincerely your sister.
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