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The Sea has untold secrets which are beautiful and dread…

A poem about the darkness being within each of us.

Love should not be confused with lust.

Spiritual poetry.

Descriptions of depth. (In Pantoum form)

The angry Pacific blew its top
Nothing could its wild fury stop,
It vented its spleen,
From the depth of its being,
Encompassing, passionate,
Impatient and mean.

You feel like you are lost at sea.

My very first poem.

Between each line and behind each word lies the real meaning of this poem.