Ode for Sleepers

Present born, pressing storm

Bow reach past sword swing
Give in to bow string

Lies tight lace back
Wind push, waves crack

Mean minds go tour
For ore on shore

Come more, wage war
Swift ones, red floor

Grass patch rest pact
Draw up new tact

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Pylades

My name is John, I am 19 years old. I was born and live in New Jersey. I read mainly Greek and Roman literature and I stick mostly to verse.

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