She sits and waits, atop the waves, and calls into the night
sweet welcome words, and promise sweet, calls travellers to her light
poor weary souls, so far from home, melody spans the seas
port in the storm, her welcome arms, to do with as she please
and in her grasp, her lilting tune, eyes search for welcome land
and hopes there dashed, and vessels smashed, beneath the waves now damned
Ah, the melodic sounds of the siren. Great write, Michael!!
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Cheers D
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Oooh, this was really good!
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Thanks L 🙂
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You’re welcome.
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🙌😎
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