Reverie

Soundly sleeping underneath the waves
While she is guarded from above.
What dreams come
To she so sweet,
Covered with moss and ivy?
Kidnappings and skirmishes,
Love and loss,
Or is she surrounded with a nothingness-
A blank canvas,
Content to just be,
Engulfed in the water
That has always held her tight?

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