A poem by Isabelle Sorrells

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Beyond, in the emptiness of deep sea

Where all there is is blue

Stands a lonely dock

Bleached white from the sun,

Protruding just above the waves.

A lonely boat may rest here –

Its sailors to picnic on the sturdy planks.

But for those who jump off into the secluded waters below

An airless wonder of inhuman things

Belonging only to the oceans depths await,

Marked by the the dock above

For the sailor weary of endless blue.

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