Sea foam

How rough the waves doth crash 

How deafening the raging waters

No one can tame these beasts

Like great blue demons


Under the water lies a girl

Unhappy with her form

She longs for something new

The ocean is her prison


From the sea she sees him

The change she wants in her life 

She gives up her fins for legs

And is disappointed when she finds land


With a broken heart and no hand to hold

She returns to the sea to rest

The princess turns to foam

This poem is about: 
Our world


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