Poetria's Four

Seven islands
Lot of continents
Thousands of stars in sky
Over the line that we got
Twenty four colors contain in a box
Future's there, coming from the sea
Embrace the wind waves touch in sleeves
Crawling until it reached the destination

𝐒𝐮𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬.

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