Nightly she stands by the shore
Face upturned to the dark starless sky
As tears of pain roll freely from her eyes
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In her hands a net of silver
Made of the finest diamond dust
Forged in fire, pain and lust
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She hears their vocies whisper
As dark waters lap at the shore
Some for mercy
Others whimpering in pain
Begging to live once more
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Slowly she throws her net
Far
and
Wide
Pulling lost souls from the waters
Close to her side
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Gently gathering them around her
She handles each soul
As her tears stain the sand
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And divides them into three piles
Yes
Maybe
and
Never again
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Wonderful poetry very delightful to read