The time of the sea
has come again
washing us all into one another
our arms are twirling
our colors blurring
hair woven wet– pulled into the rocks.
We cannot distinguish who we are,
and why would we want to?
the sea
Tag: sea horse
The time of the sea
has come again
washing us all into one another
our arms are twirling
our colors blurring
hair woven wet– pulled into the rocks.
We cannot distinguish who we are,
and why would we want to?
Fiesta Estrellas 
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