Saturday, December 08, 2012

coral city

I woke up from the movements of my hair 
submerged but swaying through the currents
of waters not escaping the bliss of sea
the corals here are taller than the trees on land
they look smooth , white and strong
they should not be trampled as they grow
they grow slower than our lives combined
I don’t wish to be them 
I will be sand so I could worship
your soul next to your feet
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