In the preface, it was creed
that she who was born to the sea
walked the sea,
surfed the sea,
breathed the sea.
She slips her arms around herself,
longing for those that
brought her here.
Alas, her heart was alone.
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Wavelengths
Poetryher heart waves moved with the ocean's, but now it was time to part © roaary 2015