Poem -

love letter in deathly scent.

Thy Dearest love,
Lorna Antalya,
Somewhere between the sands of time,
Trickling like spec's of dust,
I lost my heart,
Embedded with rust,
Thy tears of fallen years,
Corrosion,
Has cast it not imperial ,
Disease sets in,
Thy skin creeping,
Falling flesh,
Peeled open in Trafalgar ,
Plead not ,
Nor hope's Ente travel time,
For thee,
Hopes endings older,
Division between thy servant seas,
Fall not ay ,
With bound hearts soar ,
thy Recital vilest be,
Destined to death a horrifyingly creation be,
Grist bound part's parting,
Excrete ,
Rectifying souls love for thee,
Aloneness a paradox ablaze ,
Blinding thee,
Forgo thus tortures tort ,
Chaining's cuirass,
Dissipating thy chest ,
Exposition of thy tarnished heart ,
Impatiently awaits deathly arrows,
Concept disillusion,
Thy ruthless violence internal decomposition of love,
Once tomes Trieste
Of thy paled fragmental ,
Tarnished heart's utility ,
Expressions' minister ,
Discouraged thee,
My love, my Lorna , my heroine ,
Deepest sympathy to thee.
memories sunken beneath the sea's.

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Ravindra Kumar

Description about the submerged ship,...good write.

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