The sea waves, one finds not a single origin of life.
No being or spirit gives sound to fife.
Broken and spewed; Tossed and drowned.
This vastly open abyss,
Is too ghastly to dismiss!
Ignorant to below; Cannot see what is found.
Phantoms of the blue haze beneath,
The cold glass of sea it ceases to sheath.
My heart grows fonder of my home on ground.
Jun 2, 2018
Jun 2, 2018 at 11:52 PM UTC
The sea waves, one finds not a single origin of life.
No being or spirit gives sound to fife.
Broken and spewed; Tossed and drowned.
This vastly open abyss,
Is too ghastly to dismiss!
Ignorant to below; Cannot see what is found.
Phantoms of the blue haze beneath,
The cold glass of sea it ceases to sheath.
My heart grows fonder of my home on ground.
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