Ripped
from
a mother's breast
it floats helpless;
tossed about
to and fro in the waves
in an undulation
between two worlds.
What once thrived
deep in the heart
of a gentle sea,
washes up
on a lonely shore;
cast off
to meet
its end.
And
no one
yet
knows
why.
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