Oceangrave

Redeemed in the ocean graves I
commence the descend transformed into rain.
Exodus without conviction, holding on to destiny.
Interrupting the cycles of the earth,
I travel through the breeze to stop close to where I belonged.
Beginning to germinate.
Redeemed in the ocean graves.
Interrupting in the inhospitable of the
earth to recognize the exile of the memories.
Oceangrave