Deep
I see the clear blue ocean,
Through your damp heart,
It's where I thrive,
In the absence of my soul,
A tropical sense destroys all evil,
And a serenade plays throughout
The heavenly water.
Pure and chaste,
Tranquil and in a haste.
A temple arises from the unknown blue.
And my heart drowns into the hall of water.
The pure into the deep blue.
Copyright © Benjamin Mitchell | Year Posted 2010
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