Titanic
Echoes
In
the dead calm,
Quietness
is a tomb.
Lives
cruelly spent leaving,
Distant
memories of hope.
To
be a new dawn,
To
see anew horizon,
To
live for new dreams.
At
this misty hour,
Haze
concealed death,
But
for an instant,
Afore
tortured steel weakened.
To
yield a huge gash,
To
the implosion of ice,
To
sink like a stone.
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