The crystal clear blue looks like an inviting calm ocean,
or a heaven that is full of sweet treats,
been the Poseidon of the full devotion,
but it, in reality, is a rough tide that strongly beats.
I could see your storms and your Turner- paintings looking landscapes,
and I choose to see heaven instead of hell,
got trapped and did not know how to escape,
because the ambivalence turned into a cell.
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