(Phase 1)

A storm as big as a wave
Commencing over itself in time
Pressing loudly in massive form
The sea as a musical chime
Deciding on who to save

She sat atop the dense rock
This was hidden through the trees
It was often dark in there
Nature was all she sees
Eyes set on wooden dock

So much does not matter
On the ink laid upon her hand
Her written truth comes out
Arising from the dirt sand
Climbing up the ladder

Commanding the tide is her key
With pen in hand and wet feet
Dawning on the sunset new
She wonders when her life will meet
She writes once more “you and me”

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