Out of the rolling ocean, the crowd, came a drop gently to me,
Whispering I love you, before long I die,
I have travel'd a long way, merely to look on you to touch you, For I could not die till I once look'd on you,
For I fear'd I might afterward lose you.
The ocean came gently to me
whispering, Before I die
I have to touch you
I could die
for fear I might lose you.
Written For: "The Daily Poem" 9/6/2022
Prompt/Form: Redaction Poetry
"Redacted poetry is a form of found poetry characterized by the use of a marker (usually black marker) to redacts or “blacks out” from existing text (e.g. newspaper, magazine, book, etc.). The surviving words are then read in sequence, unless visually connected otherwise, as a poem.” - Offbeatpoet.co, - https://medium.com/offbeat-poetry/what-is-redacted-poetry-c1f2632cdd98
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