Lost and wild

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Darkly tempestuous, reverent and revering the great bowing tides remembering. Trembling tears of a goddess falling, churning chaos into gliding currents of wilfully wild seahorses - woefully lost in the sea's seething nature, midnight after Midnight. Grieving hearts dreaming of reoccurring memories; once pulling Poseidon’s chariot of golden wings, through arduous ever-lasting waves. Soft nostrils flaring beneath foaming sea bridles - striking hooves striding on, beautifully poised in the evening moonlight, cantering upon brimming waters. Rousing shimmering eyes and webbing wings of fanning fin tails, slicing through the deepening blue – woefully lost to the sea's seething nature, midnight after midnight.

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