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Therapeutic

The seascape, verdant in color,

Coalesces green and blue hues in favor

Of reds, purples, and yellows of sunsets, brighter.

The water flows in cadence with my heart,

A beat that travels within the water’s part.

I fling myself within it, swimming at my leisure; start.

Enjoying the feel of the silky water

As it envelopes my body with heat, that’s better

Than being alone as I sweep away tears: left for later.

They would stain my paper and ink, Telling me it was time for a break

From life’s realities that weigh me on a brink.

At the sea, the smells, painted sky,

The sounds of crashing waves hitting the shore by

The second, are therapy for a broken soul to fly.

By Malakkc

I'm a Canadian whose life has been interesting as I've lived in Developing countries and here. The contrast of law, order, and amenities available to us Canadians (which we take for granted, sometimes) to war torn civil wars is enormous. It leaves an influence upon the soul that cries out for justice. My poetry and writing reflect that and more.

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