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Grey Fears
The shore was a ribbon of silver
Glittering malevolently
Outlining the glassy wetness
Of the rhythmically swelling sea.
It was waiting. It was waiting
The deceptive water, for her
Mesmerizing with its voices
From angry roar to gentle purr.
The misty early morning sea
Presented in silver and grey
Whispered its message hauntingly
The nightmares no longer at bay
‘Come to me, come to me, come now.
I need your tears and I need you.
Release yourself from your despair
Float forever in my depths, do.’
But then the sun cut through the mist
The grey monochrome disappeared
Happy colours suffused the scene
The ocean no more to be feared.
