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Hidden beneath the earth
In a grotto, the tide rolls in
Is this place I can call my very own
Where tranquil waters caress my skin

I watch the sunlight streaming
From the darkness of my cave
Reflections float around me
Yet, I am not afraid

Though peaceful ripples signal
The tide is about to change
I will not leave this treasure
For everywhere else is strange

Here is where I feel at home
This is where I wish to stay
Quietly listening, to the sounds
Of the water, from the bay


March Writing Prompt:  Spelunking – Day 28/31

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