Unerring longing,inertia slows, pretense is, tones drown in water.
Circumference lies,Bottom seas rise, Bermuda,Lost in holy shape.
Anna Rozwadowska 2019
“Mom, Dad is looking.
New bed not comfy
But peace of mind is a good
Safety succumbs, melt,as inklings of fuschia dropbegging you for life.
Prismatic beaconsDense forest unwavering thick in arrival.