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Healing Sea

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Vedokun

Published: May 15, 2014

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Wounded, I came to you
to see what comfort I could find
But it never crossed my mind
that maybe you are wounded, too

Beneath that silver surface
You hide all your scars
And I just sit under these stars
wondering for what purpose

No, I show no concern
for I know there is much more
to how you shape the shore
and how the shore shapes you in turn

Despite your hurt I see the thrill
in your dark blue eyes
I can hear your bitter cries
as you pull me closer, still

I'm coming, oh, life's mother
I surrender to your mighty grace
Take me in your black embrace
and let us heal each other

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Wrote this for

because the theme of the week is the ocean. I rarely do these theme of the week things, because I'm too slow at writing. Though this was faster, since I find the sea very inspirational, and I live in a former harbor town. Not too difficult to walk down to the shore and let it inspire.

Also tried a new rhyme scheme, abba. Don't know how that worked out. I like it though and I hope you like it too