Dark Poetry #4 |
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wings of the moon Member
since 2003-03-27
Posts 323Pink bubblegum land |
I watch the turquoise simmer, beyond, behind, it blurs darker hues, and the bubbles lift as I push myself down. At the rear, sand covers my traces. One finger nimbly picks the shell before the sandstorm follows my webbed feet. A permanent crunching sound echoes, between the cigarette burns of sea. It would be easy to just sway here, waiting in blankness, despite my ears"'" screech for surface return. Old fears return yet of sharks emerging from nowhere, and lacking strength in the nightmare, to move from this resting place. |
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mysticpoe Senior Member
since 2003-02-28
Posts 883 |
You have some real genius here. Thanks for the read. wayne If nothing is something |
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wings of the moon Member
since 2003-03-27
Posts 323Pink bubblegum land |
Thank YOU for replying rather... |
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