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Puisi

This is a book of joyful poems. Just Kidding, you could probably tell by the title. This will be very dark and deep. As deep as the surface will get.

Deep Blue

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by EpsilonNova

by EpsilonNova

Streams run in ember brooks

waves lap against deadly nooks

rivers dapple upon sunny shores

in rippled widened moors

I sit upon a summer sun

watching deer as they run

I don't see the wolf who runs after them

I don't see him when he comes my way

My eyes are on the river bed

the place I rest my head

I can hear the snap of his jaws

and after that I can do no more

not breathe

not see

Not even live...