The ocean
The ocean of my dreams
is vast and deserted. Dark,
so dark and silent, cold.
My usual terror is
subdued. I am blasé,
almost contemptuous
of it’s power
to kill as it pleases.
I turn my back
to the mighty rising wave.
The ocean of my dreams
is vast and deserted. Dark,
so dark and silent, cold.
My usual terror is
subdued. I am blasé,
almost contemptuous
of it’s power
to kill as it pleases.
I turn my back
to the mighty rising wave.
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Very nice…
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