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Sonnet structure. Poem about the ocean and such

There is something about those salty waves

Their precious formation drawing me near.

Its subtle crash of sound causing us slaves

It’s watery depth giving me no fear.

The clear and clean liquid christening my body

and focusing me on the smooth silence.

My muscles relax. The waves I embody.

I lay my head back drowning the violence.

My feet dance as I break the tender water,

piercing the surface like a shard of glass.

me along with poseidon's daughter

we share the vast and brutal waves at last.

Yet the towering depths of the unknown

and leaves me questioning the deep darkness.

The new sea creatures that have not been shown

the deep colors not seen by an artist

Because beyond the waves and the deep sea kelp

I’m lost in the beauty, no need for help.