Murmurs of a Mermaid

The oceans spit covers the grounds she walks. Were clams closed mouths keep secrets. Bubbling from the cracks of their mouth,shhhhh. A open but closed sea of mysteries. The ocean hands cling to the thin golden ropes of her hair, as she exits the oceans door,to visit the golden clothed sands, to sit upon a naked rock.. Basking in a mysterious loom of a sleepy moon.Combining her hair with a defeated set of sharks teeth.A lonesome mermaid,the last of her kind,wishes to be human rest on her withering mind.Blind sighted dreams unfold from her glittered long hair,opening the eyes of the blind night. Her mind, a pondering land,dried by ceaseless thoughts of a plan, against a evil fisherman's plan to drag her out her land. Her mind grows weak from thoughts so antique. So sour the time of dying hours. Swimming for desperate escape,throughout lemon aid waters. Finally escaping free in mystery Escaping free from lemons bitter acid. Waters once drunken now placid.