The dried desert was once an ocean,
Just like any other right now -
Waving with the breeze,
Greenish blue, bluish green;
Sometimes a single hue.
Kissing the shore now and then -
The awaiting beach for the kisses.
High tides and low, there water was for sure.
Sparkling serenity in the sunlight,
Peace in those members.
Tranquil shade of vicious,
As the clouds roared in thunder.
Parts of it sprinkled down,
Beauty with beast roared to life.
The awaiting beach for calmness,
Beauty or beast, there was water for sure.
Inside the wide opened window,
Glimmering in the sunlight;
Little, spectacular; carvings of mahogany,
Within it was no light.
She watched the dried ocean;
The lonely beach awaiting forever.
Rewinding those moments, it was wonderful
To wipe those long gone tears.
- Zayana Cullen
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Silent Whispers of Dysphoria
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