The Blue Waters

An emerald castle
delivers her maturity.
Her mind, skeptical as
above her enumerable doves
enchant a melody.

A pen brings forth
her tongue, a playground
An undeniable tragedy.
Her ear, unknown to many.
Through speech
To testify truth too uncanny.

She plunges for The Blue Waters
Unexpectedly a deeper emerald emerges
from the shadows
of a new belonging.

Her liminal obsession
Now a preacher of heaven.
She torches a fire.
And life sprouts from
a new Opening.



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