in the sea there are corals
that i have not seen
they say they are so alive
so colorful
and so beautiful that no words
except experience
can say it
in the cave there are outgrowths
made by the dripping water
they say they are like two lovers
wanting to meet again
make love
in the shores of the sea
there are seashells
hermit crabs alive and
running
someone thinks that they
all have one thing in
mind: escape
i have seen them
but i will not hold them
i don't need too
i always feel them
in the most blissful reunion
i have not seen all these
and i cannot imagine
that bliss
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