The depths of the ocean
Churned,
Each grain of sand
Overturned,
Each soul in each living being
Raced in anticipation.
Will the murky waters aside steer?
Would they gleam clear?
Will the sunlight penetrate the ocean floor?
Would their voices float through once more?
And bring home joy anew?
The questions unending,
The chords a-bending,
Yet a shimmer of hope
Found in a lost conch
Preserving that which was once lost.
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