Under beneath,
In the crystal clear, grey, blue, aqua
Like people at the Christmas sales,
The creatures teem, slick and quick,
Like a screen saver that you become hypnotized by
A riot of shades, colours, shapes,
In the deep dark aqua,
Not a world we humans know,
An alien place where things, large, huge, tiny, minuscule
Swarm, swim, drift and float
In a cascade of life.
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The Wild in My Mind
PoetryA on-going poetry selection of little sparks that flutter into my mind from emotions, passions and the elsewhere... (#428)
