What is this wax
I am made of,
That I must melt,
At even the thought
Of the supreme joy,
of drowning,
In the Ocean.
#free verse #micropoetry
akyllus
mute visual mind, a head full of thoughts, struggling, to find the right words.
What is this wax
I am made of,
That I must melt,
At even the thought
Of the supreme joy,
of drowning,
In the Ocean.
#free verse #micropoetry
Sublime!
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