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Sep 2015
The cool beauty of the flawless surface,
where ripples are a thing of myth
and reflections unwanted are
enhanced by a brilliant blue hue.
Where within the depths
the creatures of the dark
crawl upon their bellies
never to be seen.
Where natural currents rage in silence,
hungry for victims
of circumstance and naivety.
Where an act of bravery
makes fools of heroes.
Where the deceptive glance
could steal the sight from your eyes.
Where no remorse
is ever shown.
Where lessons are taught,
but never learnt.
niamh
Written by
niamh  Ireland
(Ireland)   
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