A poem
At the bottom of the sea, I scratch for my soul to appearDarling red corals to spread as ink/milk in my…
There glimmers a sea of footsteps
When the full moon appearsShe speaks of things unseenHer light gives me passion for my tearsIndicating processes that are…
Mermaids tell me hidden thingsOf clouds on high and deadly windsOf slaves and shipwrecks long agoLives lost and saved by…
Compatriotslined upto offer theirsoulsand a sea