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Unseen, Unheard

Poetry By: Olivsn

Poem highlighting the ignorance humans have towards the ocean.

Submitted:Oct 27, 2013    Reads: 10    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

My skin is rippled by the tender water
I do not hear the madness consuming the surface
I listen to the soft blue echoes purr
Created by a realm that's wordless

I'm barely brushed by the colors
That form a rhythmic stain glass window
Their eyes, each a mystery as deep as these waters
Lock onto mine saying they know

They are traveling
Moving as constant as a mill
Their stories are weaving
In tandem to the Ocean's will

Their mother is absolute yet forgiving,
And sadly we aren't listening.


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