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Apocalypse.
There are children stretched out across yards and yards of sharp and jagged rocks.
They simultaneously raise their chests in a sigh,
Forcing their skin to stretch more and more across the stones.
Their mouths barely move.
Their eyes are sealed shut.
A tide washes in,
Licking their wounds and slowly cleansing them with salts of the sea.
They sigh again.
A sigh of relief.
This is the ocean
hey.. you seem to me a very good poet and this is one of your sweet poems indeed..love to read your more poems if you add..and hope you will go through my poetry if it touches your heart too