Lemon Seeds | A Collection Of Poetry

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As the sun falls into the depths of the sea, the moon rises,

Just as the tide, and another

Another without a name

A woman, with hair that flitters in the ocean breeze

She rises to the tide

And sinks into the sea

She becomes one with the ocean

Swimming with creatures unannounced to the world of light and man

She lives and thrives

In the rolling waves

Dozing in cozy shore caves

And she wears the colors of the sun and earth

She bears the name of home to the island of few

She cares for the homeless and lost

Her eyes, though tired, gleam

With shimmering jewels it may seem

But when they came and took the sea

Named the island

And ate the beings with which she had swam

She fell

She fell from the cliffs- and she soared

A splash tumbling into the ocean and raging upon man

Roaring with loss of a woman without name

Stealing the lives of which had taken

The ocean gives to take

And in the end

The woman's splash took a name

A name feared by all

Tsunami

She bears the colors of earth and the sun

And she gives to take

To remind us

That no debt is left unpaid

Tsunami may not walk the land

But she will reprimand those who have forgotten

Pulling them to her waves

And sending them to their graves