Florida Rust

Rust colored hair whipping against a rust colored sky.
The beach is just ahead. We’re almost there. Amost free.

Cold grey water, the color of steel, endless out before us.
Songs unheard for so long stir in our ears, our broken hearts.

 The spell is fading as we walk into the water, legs to tails.
Dive into the water, swim back home, back to those we love.
 Let the ones who took us never find us. Let us be free forevermore.
Our mother’s kingdom is right before us, but it will never be the same.

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