The water deceived me
it was warm on the surface
but when I dove deeper it was cold and dark
I felt trapped
Where do I swim now?
Cement cracks
Rocks turn into sand
Dead flowers
Heat of the sun
Nature is natural
But what are humans?
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Endlessly Falling
PoetryI have a slight problem. It is banal. Inconsiderable. Inconsequential. Insipid, vain, and trivial. Some might even some vapid or nugatory. So frivolous. But, to me it is kind of a biggie. Here's the deal. I have a problem with falling in love... re...
