A storm like none before.
Tormenting rains and billowing windsThe boat may sink very soon
I hold on to it, knowing I will sink with itThe water washes agaisnt me, soaking me
Inviting me in its embraseThe water, so clear and unreal
Beautiful, with many secrets, trapsSo inviting.
I want to jump, yet something stops me
Hope.
Like a warning it emerges
From somewhere deep inside
Tugging, squeezing the heart
More real, more beautiful
More inviting then the water
I look up to the horizon
Keeping hope within me
And.
Something emerges from it
Much more real, more beautiful
More inviting then even hope
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