In the water, I am beautiful;
serene, when its sirens sing
me into seabreeze slumber.
But its rage can wreak havoc
that roars then rips through
roads and rocky mountains.
Elemental eloquence, its
ecosystem is a universe of
underwater excellence.
Aquatic artistry is evident in
every detail, from insignificant
algae to blue whales in all their
breathtaking magnificence.
Capable of capsizing acclaimed
ocean liners that could never sink,
or erasing entire continents
whose Atlantean existence still
remain an unsolved mystery to this day.
Poseidon's power knows no limits,
he could be both—the calm, but
also the storm.
Seamonsters, spinning cyclones,
tsunamis, and hurricanes could
just as simply become seashells,
sandcastles or skipping stones.
And in spite of all its splendour,
we must always remember that
no shipwreck or buried treasure
is worth risking the wrath of rivers
or the ocean's unpredictable nature.
Time stood still for nary a soul, it dragged its feet, aching and old. Blistering heat that made us melt, we were once softer than silk felt. Hallowed hearts wind whistled through, covered in bruises, black and blue. Hardly broken, but maybe bent, running on empty and love spent. There comes a day in all our lives, when our failures cut deep as knives. But you shall remain a triumph, you stayed with me, like a science. Words were whispered, curses, we'd shout, until the blood drained from our mouths. Yesterday—softer than silk felt; seems like all we do these days is yell.
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