Blonde hair and blue eyes, once again,
A pair of strong arms pulling me out of the water,
To the beach no one wanted to go to anymore.
Everything hurt. I couldn't see clearly.
"Neptune...", he said, whispering.
"Apollo...", I replied, with a little smile in my face.
I don't remember anything after that.
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Neptune
Poetry"My mother called me Neptune, after the roman god of the sea. She had no idea..." 63 in Poetry on September 27th 2015.
