Walking waves of white, have no
desire to capture the storms worthy
truth.

Destination of ocean loss, water
hitting the banks over and over
again in time with the rumbling
thundering skies.

Angry the sea becomes, with opinions
deeper than the brownish eyes of
her lovely shoreless shores, covering
fires of disappointment and breathless
desires of freedom lost.

Life forces encouragement to gather in despair
thoughtless demands causing frustration, cooling
off in the warmth that used to exist in the hearts
of thriving acceptance of human desire, continuing
on with unbelievable teaching not meant to be passed
down to children with lifeless eyes, with no smiles to
bring in the light.

No sight to understand the meaning of a lifeless desire uninformed in the
the shape of untouchable memories still not found in the depth of
unknown beliefs, remedies taught, but not released in times when unity
could have brought down skyscrapers of wicked empires.

Now in silence, time weeps in disguise of what could
of being, lost in the lake of despair, bathing unconsciously
in the supernatural realm of a never-forgotten world of
realism in transformation disguised as invisible, in the blue light of a once-upon destiny.

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