a deep abyss awaits,
with hues of blue and red above,
as the horizon devours the sun,
amidst the salt and sand,
a fisherman
melts into the stupor,
of this serenity toxified,
by smell of the exuberant waves
while the red sun,
slits the blue skies throat,
the fisherman dreams of drowning,
of kissing the waiting abyss,
of floating lifelessly,
in the ocean full of life,
he dreams to return to his friend,
to his father, to his deities,
just to be reborn again,
as a wave,
as a kraken,
as a breeze,
that never dies.
Oct 15, 2017
Oct 15, 2017 at 9:06 AM UTC
a deep abyss awaits,
with hues of blue and red above,
as the horizon devours the sun,
amidst the salt and sand,
a fisherman
melts into the stupor,
of this serenity toxified,
by smell of the exuberant waves
while the red sun,
slits the blue skies throat,
the fisherman dreams of drowning,
of kissing the waiting abyss,
of floating lifelessly,
in the ocean full of life,
he dreams to return to his friend,
to his father, to his deities,
just to be reborn again,
as a wave,
as a kraken,
as a breeze,
that never dies.
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