The ocean is magic.

What more can I say?

It washes the past tragic;

With its breeze blows it away.

The one place I'll never be homesick

Lying by the salty spray.

Like the flight of a carefree sparrow

I let down my golden hair;

Though the chances of untangling are narrow

But really, I don't seem to care.

As though pierced by an arrow,

I've been struck by the magic in the air.

Like the gentle turn of olden pages

The wind curls the waves.

Though I may pass through many stages,

Even pass through many graves,

The sea shall free me from my cages

For the magic of the ocean saves.

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• Date written: March 11, 2017 • Word Count: 113 • Line Count: 18 • Stanza Count: 3 •