The sea, it swirled inside me,and
outwards rolled, rendering waves, motions
in tempo, tempered sonic fires, and
I, a conch shell, shallowed and sore.
Lift ears, eagerly to my shape, to
listen how, heartbeats sound, echoes
of opera, ocean’s rhytmic respires, to
you, a lost soul, severed and sole.
If winds, would blast me away, off
rugged cold, coastlines far, gusts
of sailing, seagulls cutting clouds, off
them, on wings soared, sublimed and sure
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