Nautilus I
Watching the horizons
as the waves crash…
The sun dies its elegant death
of golden blood
upon the distant shores.
It washes jade green and aquamarine
upon creations seam, the edge of the earth.
Sand cools under tired feet
Head held low
A cry high overhead rises
into the sky on silhouetted Wings.
Watching wonders of wraiths
and washing wishes away…
Along the leviathans streams.
A splash in elegant Crimson and golden light
The Blood of a dying sun, seeps into the sea…
as a finger traces the ancient chambers
of the mystic nautilus.
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