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a space for youth writing on mental health & identity
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a space for youth writing on mental health & identity
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![]() The ocean breathes, her surface rising and falling with rhythmic ease The shore is order and chaos, the land and ocean meeting one another as they please The ocean as waves of blue-light move over unmeasured horizons Seashells bloom upon the shore in the sweetest of caramel curls and twirls. Upon the bluest of waves come a million flashing lights
The waves become the pulse, the echo of the souls The ocean shore is a living work of art, one that ever changes The brightest of blue waves to contrast with the soft white-golds and greys The ocean shore is the poetry of my dreamscape soul, for it built me of its hue Those colors are so optimistically bright and yet so gentle too The ocean breeze comes in playful waves, washing me over with a sweet-salty essence In tousled updraughts, it brings a long awaited relief to my bones The ocean air has the ability to whisk my soul into a surreal space Waves in a steady rhythm echo my heart with beautiful grace The ocean breeze, invites me to raise my eyes toward the denim horizon Never was there a picture as enchanting as the ever-evolving ocean Comments are closed.
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