Holding the flag high
Proud to be in the Navy
I am saying goodbye!
How does it work?
I rather say hello.
More stories from Valerie Racine and writers in Poets and other communities.
Melancholy, I Climb the stairs of my sorrow, My smile is blue.
By Valerie Racine3 years ago in Poets
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Pitter-patter, pitter-patter. The rain fell in rhythmic splatters, slowly slowing, but still constant. Mira rolled onto her side pulling the blanket tight against her ears, but still she could hear chitter-chatter and scurrying feet of the creatures that refused to sleep in the lower decks.
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I rather say hello.