| Out in the ebony she cannot dive for long, lest the darkness swallow her into the sonic depths. The shield of life forbids the calling of her home song. Serene cove, tis' her breath doves and peace dwell there. Travelled waves pool through eroding arches, tumbling crystals arrive into her seclusion, curls and ribbons shall become her play. A harmonic wave laps at her sandy tail with an ancient song of oceanic caress. Shells and seaweed lace adorn her rippled court, Trinkets and coloured stones request blessing of her sight, whispering fables of eons. Here, as the doves circle, she can rest in abandon. Here, in the gentle winds, she can be surely safe. Here, within solitude of light, she can reflect and be. She senses an iris widen from the spirited heights. |
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