Illicit waters
My head sun bound,
The water scream sublime.
The ripples waver.
So tranquil now,
But if I fall,
Grasp and grippling.
Yes I’m fine on the ledge.
But the blue skies so meek,
Compare to the sonorous sea.
Aplomb.
The water leave a white sheen,
But unkempt under hide.
Hermit’s fatuous thinking.
Copyright © Lily Phan | Year Posted 2025
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