I wrote this poem at 3am last night while laying in bed. It seems I am most creative when my head is in a bad place! I hope you enjoy. 
Where the anchor lay the port had a boat that would always stay with disarray the storm made the boat slowly drift away when the wind finds its way the boat should be back by the end of the day winter comes and the ice starts to lay there’s still no sign in the ocean’s sway the port, it’s empty and starts to decay ever waiting for that day, the boat drifts its way
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from #Bangladesh #News aka Bangladesh News Now!!!
Where the anchor lay the port had a boat that would always stay with disarray the storm made the boat slowly drift away when the wind finds its way the boat should be back by the end of the day winter comes and the ice starts to lay there’s still no sign in the ocean’s sway the port, it’s empty and starts to decay ever waiting for that day, the boat drifts its way
Thanks @SlayerKM
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from #Bangladesh #News aka Bangladesh News Now!!!
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