Deep and black
But far from fright
Her waves smile at me.
Without speech
She murmurs softly
As if she has once felt pain.
Who am I to think
She has not confronted
Loneliness or change.
Though words cannot
Comprehend this ephemeral whisper
I see more in her darkness than in daylight.
Feb 14, 2020
Feb 14, 2020 at 4:10 PM UTC
Deep and black
But far from fright
Her waves smile at me.
Without speech
She murmurs softly
As if she has once felt pain.
Who am I to think
She has not confronted
Loneliness or change.
Though words cannot
Comprehend this ephemeral whisper
I see more in her darkness than in daylight.
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