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Dec 2020
So, clear to see
Who you want to be,
It can all be seen

Take a breath
Don't forget
Not to swallow
Salt water,
When you're
On the surface

Everything is washed over,
Bones are hollow,
Made of starfish
Also known as
Their radiating arms
Fill colorless depths with
Magnificent sights.

Everything eventually fades,
To grow anew
In an endless cycle,
Seaweed holds fast
To rusty anchors
Buried and sunken
In desolate places.

A final resting place for saints,
And sinners...
They once sat on a ship and
Ate mackerel for dinner.

Fish now rise up to
The surface of a vessel
Alive on tranquil seas,
And life continues
On as it does naturally,
With starfish wonders
And miracles,
Ships sail and sink
Just as we do.
Written by
Jen  37/F/A Dream
(37/F/A Dream)   
         Seranaea Jones, old poet MK, shamamama, BLT, B and 15 others
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