Cerulean glass sea
Absent of wave and still as the dead
It mirrors a cloudless sky, two perfect halves
Water so clear and cold like marble
It spans endlessly without restraint or remorse
Sullied by an intrinsic intruder
Golden rain jacket
Black rubber boots
Small Polka dot umbrella
So unnatural, yet so familiar
A small girl expecting a storm
Exploring a world devoid of change
She walks clumsily across the water
Sending ripples that transform into mighty waves
Her petite person reflected into the sky above
The rain will never come
But still she is ready
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Childish Menagerie (Poetry)
PoetryAn updating skew of poems I've written. A lot of them were written carelessly, and then when taking a look back I find the meaning in them.
