Beauty of Beginnings - January 29th - The waters of our soul


January 29th 2026

The waters of our soul

The waters of our soul

The ocean never lies

One day calm

The next enraged

Home to a world of worlds

Pretty, then deadly

She will embrace you, swallow you

or spit you out

And in her depths, currents move

That few see

For her surface entrances

The Ocean never lies

She is the waters of

our soul.

Written June 18th 2012

Photo Taken January 29th, 2020, Article published January 29th 2026

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