Spending what felt like eons in desperate search for peace,

It was finally unearthed in the most unlikely of places.

Ironic. Like the cycling of the tides,

The much vaunted serenity was cruelly upheaved.

Like the rising of a gigantic torrent,

it's tranquil state now bore witness to utter chaos.

Alas, amidst the wreckage, there bore signs of life.

With nothing much left to pine for, the turbulent waves struggles to shield the lifeform.

Will the seeds of life be planted, or will it leave in search for greener pastures?

Many signs shows that it would be planted,

But why is there this niggling feeling that nature would turn its back on it,

and leave for more peaceful pastures.

Oh, the sadistic nature of insecurity.

Oh, the unforgiving pain of insensitivity.

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