Blue
Deep, deep blue
It's light like a crystal
it reaches further and further,
wanting to touch my feet
I'm not scared of it, I know its gentle.
I can hear the crashes, every down fall, and every up rise
almost like a new beginning.
I walk deeper, I will keep walking
The blue makes me feel safe, as if I'm walking into its arms.
It reaches for me surrounding me with its crystals.
I'm waist high
The crystals are changing
The reflection of red, yellow, and pink give it a new effect
It's beautiful! Nothing I have ever seen before.
I want to be a part of it
so I walk and I won't stop,
because where it takes me is not for me to know
or for me to understand
But for me to keep walking until it's time.
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