...it's Missing The Sea On My Skin, The Pull Of The Depths, And The Waves Pushing Me Back To Shore No

...it's missing the sea on my skin, the pull of the depths, and the waves pushing me back to shore no matter what. as if to say "not yet child, there's so much more”.

excerpt from sign of the times // p.f.

Be Good

Color my sorrow, naming what you are willing to give me, wholly; as if there is something in these arms to be reclaimed.

I find my exhaustion endless, my eyes only see what you want to show me. Incessantly yawning to set loose feelings in lungs I cannot sway. I'll laugh it off with idle conversation, keeping myself company through the long night, knowing in the end I'll be alright.

Inevitable Dark and Certain Rapture.

You may let the darkness prevail

For out of the fracture

There comes a newer bloom.

Let patience, thy friend, avail

Your broken endeavours

To sugarcoat your gloom.

The dark may roil the dawn

But all will be pierced

By a certain rapture.

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Spring in my hometown! And poetry (read below).

__The Real Show__

In world where screens

Command our gaze,

Nature's beauty still

Deserves our praise.

Let's not forget,

In pixel's thrall,

Earth wonders are

The greatest of all.

Beyond the screen's glow,

Nature's chorus

Softly calls__

To preserve the real show.

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