The air is fresh upon her heart;
the sea feels cool today.
She’s looking out and back again,
as the world is different.
The air is full of silent screams;
the sea hears them well.
She’s horror-struck at the sound,
as death is so close now.
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The air is fresh upon her heart;
the sea feels cool today.
She’s looking out and back again,
as the world is different.
The air is full of silent screams;
the sea hears them well.
She’s horror-struck at the sound,
as death is so close now.
The cliffs tell stories to the sea from the waterfalls, which cascade down in stages.
The sea finds the cliff’s stories amusing and interesting, for the cliffs are always so melodramatic and ironic.
Sometimes, though, a story touches the sea; She becomes wild and weird.
in the bathtub
a view of the world
green trees dance
the world is alive
then the world spins
out of time again
images of you and me
the moments of us
lapping sea
within I sit
until I find
the plug
pull it loose
the sea moves away
I sit here
There’s nothing to say