she walked on the pier
to be closer to the heart of the sea.
as the girl was waiting for
the waves,
the shells
and the moonlight
to empower her once again,
some tears fell on her cheek;
they were cold and salty.
the wind was calling her
by the name
given at the birth of the universe.
the marine creatures
were humming and scampering.
she couldn't be helped that night
but the sea was still her salvation.
it was high time
she had become a mermaid.
her feet never touched the land again;
she went further the end of the pier.
Feb 23, 2021
Feb 23, 2021 at 4:38 PM UTC
she walked on the pier
to be closer to the heart of the sea.
as the girl was waiting for
the waves,
the shells
and the moonlight
to empower her once again,
some tears fell on her cheek;
they were cold and salty.
the wind was calling her
by the name
given at the birth of the universe.
the marine creatures
were humming and scampering.
she couldn't be helped that night
but the sea was still her salvation.
it was high time
she had become a mermaid.
her feet never touched the land again;
she went further the end of the pier.
she is now the sea. wanted this to be a little bit more dark, but not everything is about death after all.
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