Stranded on smoldering shore is a cerulean-skinned Sea Nymph
Betrayed in peekaboo, Nymph’s tail was bitten by a shark
Hence, Nymph imposed self-exile,
Lived under disguise in cosmopolitan isle.
Once she saw a paper-boat, floating along grinning ripples
Her surreal glance, transmutes paper boat into an inflatable
A silver-soaked baby angel was perched on that inflatable
Startled, Nymph realizes he is a baby Seraphim, perhaps abandoned.
Nymph’s eyes welled to see his trembling palms
She cuddled him; twilight sky glimmered in their hallowed embrace
Both yearned for respective havens, inflatable however the only vehicle.
A lightning bolt, an empyrean indicator, advocates sky route
Ecstatic beams emanate from Seraphim’s face
The blue iris landscape outside his tree- house
Seemed to wave at him through the celestial gaze.
Meanwhile, the kaleidoscope called infinite confirms, demise of Seraphim’s mother
Pallid and stone washed, Nymph writhes in that heart-wrenching jolt.
Her fin wounds by now looked like sodden purple-oozing dents,
But her flowing tresses shrugged those blood clumps
The steely resoluteness in Nymph’s eyes affirmed,
That baby Seraphim has found a new mother.
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