She was vastly unexplored,
like the bottom of the Marinanas Trench
or the caves that tunnel earth's crust.
Along the shoreline we walked,
facing the mysterious blue horizon.
She would smile as the rain trickled
down her cherry cheeks and collected at her chin.
To be lost in herself,
to be happy with herself and
as the violet clouds sparked
furiously in the background,
she forgot who she was.
She left her life story aside
and the infinite combination
of pages that built her.
She was lost,
exploring herself like
she explored the shoreline
in hopes to find something beautiful,
but she was left with a handful of sand
a cool breeze,
and the ambition to find someone
as lovely as the aqueous abundance
that she stared upon every night.
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Oceans
PoésieShe was lost, drifting in sorrow, breathing lifeless breath, and falling ever so deeply into nothing.
