floating
on a glass green sea
serenity in spite all
and yet,
serenity is not destined to stay
drowning
as glass turns to shards,
crying out for salvation
dying out
for no one responds
sinking,
with the realization
the sea was never truly serene
Feb 22, 2019
Feb 22, 2019 at 11:27 AM UTC
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