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Tidal Blue

Shall we jump instead of falling?
For I've been sick of stumbling
A bed of water is waiting for us below
Shall we jump and swim in its flow?

Behold affection in their azure suds
Didn't I use to feel it from your stream of bloods?
Hark to the swash that sings us calming lullaby
Let's drift off to the strain of its melody

You can pretend closing your eyelids
And I'll pretend to be a fool as my bids
Slowly but surely being turned down
And my hopes in your eyes, they drown

Twilight red sky—is how I’m supposed to be
But instead my heart becomes the blue sea
Between the devil and the deep
For my thoughts of you are in a heap

Soundless dreams sink into foam
Should've known when to sail home
But my ship has anchored in this cavernous sea
Coming home is none but a mindless fantasy






written with my twinnie, Dida Hilman. Check out her book for more poems, they're awesome! I designed the cover loh*apasihlismatisana*
http://nulisbuku.com/books/view_book/8312/the-tale-of-dawn-and-twilight

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