Beauty and the genteel waves...
Letting the air, water, and moment rapture-capture her,
Far off into the distance, she spotted a ship of sadness.
There was something about that ship that sent cold shivers down her spine.
Who could be bound on that ship and what could they be feeling right now?
Sensing a gnarly poke of guilt, she wanted desperately for them to be her and her to be them instead.
No matter how sincere here compassionate yearning summoned,
she could not trade places with the people on the ship who were sadly stuck.
At the zenith of her heart,
the ocean roared back,
as it was an acting barrier, keeping her from them,
at least until another chapter sighting.
About the Creator
Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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