Poetry

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The ocean that swims in broken eyes,
But heals it's every soul,
The waters that ripple in every heart,
Obscure and boldened by every prayer,

The ocean that lifts it's limbs,
From under the creaking sea,
And enlightens all darkened crevices,
Procuring miracles to waning eyes,
So untouchable with a lovers want,
But yet so close it holds your every tear.

The Lord that is the ocean,
He is our hope in waning hours,
Our light in every darkened ocean,
So filling beauty's every principal,
And cascading such love as water does fall.

A rock cemented to the ground,
A diamonds hardened strentgh,
And a stubborn child's want it never leaves,
As all it does is heal with womans heart,
And gives fear as the man's broad shoulders shall do,

For we are in his likeness,
He is our creator,
Our father and mother,
Our only want and securing need.

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