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There's Blood in the Water
Ripples quiver, disturbed and unsure,
a sea of flames resounding with red spears.
Woes and conflicts are whispered.
A macabre dance of spinning in currents.

Tales of sorrow are mirrored by salt-filled waves.
Narrating unspoken tragedies in hues,
somber artwork blending in with the depths.
Dotted with unsaid pains of weary souls.

Underneath are unspoken tales.
Every drop a testimony of history’s burden.
A groaning in pain through silence from within.
The ocean’s pulse is a language written.

However, even in this bloody red taint embrace.
Hope shines from afar like a candle.
A new promise and life in the tide’s ebbs flows.
Respite a chance for healing on the tide’s arms.
© jaylinestarr