Two pools of liquid apatite have formed -
Caused by an unknown causer.
Birthed with azure hued rumination and detailed with
Surfaces slightly obscured by flashing wavelets
Which barely fold the molten moonstone
Beneath a dappled grey sky.
Below is nature's secret:
A hidden pandemonium of teal, aegean and phthalo
Swirling in a welter of torn weeds, silt and memories.
Smoothed buttons and coins with corroded faces
All now bruised and buried in their blankets of sand.
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