Back at the ocean,
severe rain falls,
But floods are non existent.
Land, too.
Maybe, once?
Down under.
She is a new kind.
But ultimately the same.
An adaptation,
Or an evolution?
Her depths are deep.
Her volume is vast.
She is a design in intaglio,
and a relief in existence.
One fact remains.
She holds more life in gills,
than lungs.
There is something in the waters; faking blue but vast. As deep it gets, the deeper we could go. Danger in depths, risks away from certainties. It is a bet from comforts; a token spent, with wishes of
Oh save me. From the need to; take a second recall... feel a second rest... and receive a second report. But, isn't it what I am told? And I am just living with that. Like an apple going than growing,
I am touching my skin- an intimate gesture. They are one; feeling my chest is feeling my hands. It's a wraparound embrace. Have you seen a forest? It's so dense, with greens and wood. They may look d