Ghosts Poem by miss lavender

A sea filled with ghosts

Following all young boats

Saying proudly death is to you

Everything seemed black not blue

One young boat said: “go,

Nothing would cut us or so;

Get back to your grave,

Do not pretend to be brave.”

Sun swore to kill them

To extract their big stem

Young boats laughed, but with tears

And threw all sharp golden spears

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