ocean water spray your rain,
ocean water submerge me deep,
so deep so i can't feel the pain,
deep enough that i can keep,
i can keep to my words and run towards,
the fish whilst they swim beneath my legs,
and lean my toes forwards,
as the shark begs,
begs for a sweet treat,
it begs for something unique,
as it feasts on a clownfish,
and stares on at my physique.
the sand below me screams,
for the fish to swim within the gaps in my toes,
and the coloured shattered glass beams,
and no longer can i feel the wind as it blows,
or the grass in a field of summertime roses,
of the lavender fields in spring,
or the daisy as it poses,
with all the things that it would bring,
if it had the chance to be something else.
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Kalopsia.
PoesíaKalopsia • Noun ; The state in which everyone and everything looks beautiful. ✧一 一一 一一 一一 一一 一一 一一 一一 and here the words will bleed onto the page of each separate chapter in my mind, and the words will fall so effortlessly out of my eyes. 一 一一 一一...
