Scars
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Madeline McKenzie-Scott, Grade 7
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Poetry
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2018
White nights,
are rare to see.
As blood falls,
the ocean glows.
The moon sinks,
to the sea below.
As she drifts,
And goes
Under...
Tears fill,
eyes of fear.
Bubbles,
slowly,
floating,
to the top.
The waves
crash down.
White foam,
washes away,
the scars.