A Recurring Premonition



What is the worth to be,
if not for the one I adore,
for I am a mariner and He's the sea,
The sea I wish to explore,

 Colossal than the vastest blue,
and boisterous than the rowdy tides,
In him an abyssal magic brews,
In him my soul, craves to hide,

 So I am here, as I endure this perpetual anticipation,
Trusting my recurring premonition.......
(c) S.S

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