
Whoosh; the waves lap my soul and heart
Cobalt blue from the deep, it starts
Splash; the sea that’s kept us apart
I feel the future try to depart
Moan; the tide runs, leaving wet swirls of art
Shades of blue that one may chart
Pop; the bubbles of hope impart
Leaving wet sprays that are salty-tart
Sigh; my thoughts streak sad, blue darts
Waiting the day this love may restart









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