At the depths of the ocean,
Your wistle contorts
You threw your gossamer net,
To cling upon the reeves of my existence
How they must cut your stronghold?
Under remain soft and supple,
To survive
In the fluidity of love
The toil and the beauty, rest in these lines. A poet in the night, quelling my feign voice.
At the depths of the ocean,
Your wistle contorts
You threw your gossamer net,
To cling upon the reeves of my existence
How they must cut your stronghold?
Under remain soft and supple,
To survive
In the fluidity of love
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Thanks for seeing the value you in it. I’ve had it written for awhile but kept hesitating with posting it. I was afraid it was not enough but usually my poems are usually saturated with an upheaval of emotions and then bam gone.
Hehe I think that is the Pisces‘ empowerment speaking out. Don’t wrestle in what or with who you love. Just accept it and take care of it. 😘
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