She stands alone on the sand dune,
facing the sea; The tide rises and fall
like a hundred strings of fine tune.
Waves rise and fall, big and small.

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Her feet takes her into the shallow,
down the sandy earth, into the peril.
As she go, death like a shadow follow
her and into the sea of beryl.

She want to push her limit
and beyond; The ocean’s so deep
and cold; Can drown a summit,
with no sign of it’s mighty steep.

Her body like a feather drown,
down the dark waters; The bottom
still afar, whence lay her crown.
Not needle’s haystack, of an atom.

Nevermore, says her raven soul,
torn apart; She found her love
at the bottom of the sea; Whole
of her now alters into a dove.