Iceburg
In the North Atlantic,
an iceberg leaned
toward the Titanic,
popping pins and crunching steel,
sinking the unsinkable.
A cold hush followed
the ship's first shudder,
as life's moments shifted
to death's minutes,
touching the untouchable.
Sometimes danger lurks
just below the surface.
Best to slow down,
and keep your eyes open before
fathoms become unfathomable.
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