Ended too soon
She stood there, eyes on the moon,
Whispers of 'where do I begin?'
It had already ended — a silent doom,
She searched for warmth in the sea's despair,
But only the silence grew immune.
Waiting for waves to even care,
But darkness had come too soon.
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