WRECK ( A PALINDROME POEM )

{ This is a palindrome poem. }

⁯Grey tears falling
And
Now dark oceans,
Forging muted tempests,
Wreck ship of life...
In that dark dusk.

Dusk dark...
That,
In life of ship-wreck,
Tempests muted...forging
Oceans dark now
And
Falling tears grey.

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