weary eyes gazing into the distance
complete silence it almost screams in my ears
unthinkable thoughts running through my head
wondering how it was possible
swaying with the ocean's motion
rocking the boat to and fro
salt stinging the sweet apples of my cheeks
as warm colors emerge
from the indistinguishable lie dividing the water and the sky
my gaze wanders over to the bold, black silhouette
painted on top of a wondrous background
knowing that behind it
tragedy lies beneath the waves of Shark Fin Rock
1 comment:
Does the "it" here refer to your post about the Rapture or something else?
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