the ocean is alive
her silky hair is threaded through every watery crevice and puddle
alive
pulsing
her soul is found at the bottom of the trench
waiting
to be found
she guides her own path
and leaves a smooth trail behind
a soft substance
carving through stone and promises
and anything in between
the fierce rush of calming adrenaline
and the running
her silence is nothing but
and so she stays strong
she will be found
she has been found
she is beautiful
beautiful.
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a forest of small things
Poetryan ever-growing collection of poems that i come up with. hope you enjoy!
