BLUMARINE

what would I have done
without your silence ?
where the pounding waves
of my harsh reality crashes
against, time and time again.

what would I have done
without the tranquil waters
of your silence ?
where my words found a place
in which to navigate

and like fireflies on a summer
night, skitter along the surface
and if only for a night they
shine so brite.

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