The winter sharp brains of children 
Take a turn for the worse
When confronted by an inferiority complex,
Hope is dispersed, triumphant solely in dreams
Running across raging seas, time dances on the waves.

A storm-blessed salty awakening.
means they have nothing to regret. 
creatures sweeter than children cried.
The word ‘atrocity’ expunged from the dictionary.
elm trees caught caw-caw-cawing with the rooks.
Nobody lied and nobody came or went
not even the poets.
Blue wine stains penetrate sleep.

The placid sea, infused with stars.
is where slow rhythms predominate
The glare of day persists into night
The femininity of love universally acknowledged;
recently skies were bursting with surprise:
lightning, and wind conspired for hours
blowing leaves hither and thither.
beneath the waves, the exalted dawn was a mere deja vu
sometimes mermaids sang each to each.
the low sun strained with all that gothik horror lacked:
Fact. The waves roll off my  shivering dream,
We rise in the eyes of the seas, slowly.

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