Dive, dive, dive!
This salt pan is where a sun drinks up moon.
A mirror of the yawning beyond.
For it's always afternoon vibes with this hue.
It will have you wishing at the end of soon.
Smoking out the way we feel emotion.
Is it good?
Is it bad?
It's oh so new.
It will have you.
Wishing for the end of soon.
Open the shimmering shroud.
So vision can grow cleaner.
No more bubbles flooding your eyelids.
Is that possible?
Ain't no rain.
No wind, so little sun.
So, clockin' out too soon might make you too human.
But do you mind?
What do you say when you let it go?
Why's it so impossible?
No more can you dive.
You're floating on the ether.
And all that's divine.
Yet still, there is more to be.
You know it all has to matter.
Yet, you're fine like that.
No longer losing your mind, all the time.
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Sunrise or Sunset: The Sea of Sapphire
PoetryPleasantMajority here. Some of you may have somehow read my first solid venture into poetry: Sunrise or Sunset: The garden of hugs. Others are new. In this collective I intend on taking my visitors into the depths of the ocean. All the way from the...
