wicitart

[wicitart]

The ocean is a place of beauty,

But beware her danger,

For it is a place of loss or despair,

Don’t swim to far that you may be drowned,

Listen to her danger and acknowledge her beauty

[wicitart]

Just a sip they say,

just one,

and you ripple down a stair of grief, to forget,

Not to be forgotten,

but to be found in the mess you’ve left behind deep down,

Sip just this once as they say.