A/N: This is just a short poem reflecting some thoughts I had about what the flood left behind.
Aftermath of the Izabella
When the tide has gone
Only important things remain
The waves scrub away the blinding dirt
So all that's left is white and clear
In the end there is
Only the sea and tears
Something surfaced on the beach
Like newly discovered emotions
Scattered pebbles on the sand
Like lost thoughts of the ocean
The sea always leaves with questions
Buries them deep within your heart
In the end there is
Only the sea and tears
Shells that are lost hidden from sight
Buried under the dark that covers the light
Ripples radiate in circles
The waves washing through my heart
In the end there is only this