empress could only watch
through her crystalline eyes
as the stars dazzled her
and enthralled her,
Since she of course
rode through the world
like she was a king.
her face felt like dust,
tingling like fabric
and the minty breath
of the moon,
when it touched her cheek.
that at least
was enough to take
her gold-ish breath away
and throw it to the
lack of gravity
right before she sank in a still ocean.
empress floated among the seaweed
and laughed as the tiny fish
touched her feet
which were nothing more than wool
to rub against your agitated face.
and the stars, that had been friends with the anemone,
went and wove themselves
into her breath
and eyes
and hair.
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Part the World
Poetrythey called him a child and disordered for wanting to get out a series of poems meant to bridge the gap between the night sky and the blue ocean. from many people who have seen both and are hoping to change the entire world with words alone. they s...
