Psychedelics_r_best
Bluelighter
- Joined
- Oct 16, 2004
- Messages
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Feathered sea fans waving in the moon spilled afternoon,
Following the ginger roots within the flavor of the evening air,
Folding curls in the tiers of her glistened forest hair,
Window to the world of a place serene.
Contours of the swelling water in the white light pulls,
Letting the partitions to the bubbles break upon the rocks,
Lamenting on tangled crabs hanging from the fishing docks,
Tied down to the swelling sea with the pendulum of gravity,
Rocking me to sleep among the sea fans.
The fastening of floating hands unto the starlit shore,
Waving in the breezes that from within the purple oceans pour.
Following the ginger roots within the flavor of the evening air,
Folding curls in the tiers of her glistened forest hair,
Window to the world of a place serene.
Contours of the swelling water in the white light pulls,
Letting the partitions to the bubbles break upon the rocks,
Lamenting on tangled crabs hanging from the fishing docks,
Tied down to the swelling sea with the pendulum of gravity,
Rocking me to sleep among the sea fans.
The fastening of floating hands unto the starlit shore,
Waving in the breezes that from within the purple oceans pour.
