The muddy shores no longer wave as earth churns in the sea.
Distant islands hug the blue like it was never meant to be.
They hold on fast to the fragile hue and stand their ground against spoiled waters.
Guarding the precious beauty like their only newborn daughter.
I wonder will the islands succeed?
As I feel that I have failed.
To hold on to my perfect sea,
It seems my ship has sailed.
I held on tight, perhaps too strong,
Until my grip gave way to faith. That whatev