Watching the externalism
I was playing a squid in deep waters...
The descent starts
with a dance, of tears and fire...
Maybe animals feel more deeply than we do
high emotional IQ...
In a haunting trove -;
there was a synthetic insanity...
From the top of the hill I can feel
the wind blowing on my face...
A serphant spoke to me
in between dawns blooming flower...
Little worm appears
After much scratching, gets lost...
Leave something for me to imagine.
A skeleton in a pond...
Bravery - how could I not know it had a tune
It had a tune like lovely flutes...
The things which did not brother you,
like crossing the crowd unspoken...
Jewel blue sea in its silent glory,
kisses the shore, gushing tepidly...
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