[cloud In The Sea] Poem by Frozen Beauty
[cloud In The Sea]
fall with me into the waves
flooding from within
melancholy oversight
seeping through my skin
breathe deep
the moment is coming
our hearts are water
the sky is an ocean
clouds start bleeding to the earth
[the tides begin to change]
souls left withered and rehearsed
[the lies remain the same]
sink with me into the sky
overwhelmed with sin
shrouded immorality
compelled to give in
breathe deep
the moment is coming
our hearts are water
the sky is an ocean
clouds start bleeding to the earth
[the tides begin to change]
souls left withered and rehearsed
[the lies remain the same]
breathe deep
the moment is coming
rehearse the lies
the water, the motion
fall into the sky
my heart, the ocean
wait for the tide
withered and broken
the clouds bleed for change
(09/09/08)
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4/25/2024 3:37:54 AM # 1.0.0.1119
This is wonderfully creative. I find nothing here but the loveliness of prose poetry. GW62