From the edge,
I am getting deeper to darkness.
Hands stay in weightlessness,
Alleging to have forgotten how to swim,
Ignoring the vital landfill,
Yelling to move.
Floating in-between,
Fluids fondle my skin,
All is so soft,
So comfortable, creamy and delicate…
My body entwine a new form of time,
I slowly wrap myself,
Seems like a final dance,
Watching by its only beholder,
Mother water.
I am getting deeper,
Coiled like the first day.
Storm outside scolds,
I stand in this smooth and quiet world,
This is so peaceful,
Far away from storm on earth.
This is where I want to rest.
I am getting deeper to darkness.
Hands stay in weightlessness,
Alleging to have forgotten how to swim,
Ignoring the vital landfill,
Yelling to move.
Floating in-between,
Fluids fondle my skin,
All is so soft,
So comfortable, creamy and delicate…
My body entwine a new form of time,
I slowly wrap myself,
Seems like a final dance,
Watching by its only beholder,
Mother water.
I am getting deeper,
Coiled like the first day.
Storm outside scolds,
I stand in this smooth and quiet world,
This is so peaceful,
Far away from storm on earth.
This is where I want to rest.
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