Neptune Eyes
All I can distinguish from this tapestry of a world
are the different hues of blue within the little threads
The rain that falls when the tears of little neptunes
cleanse the world from any form of optimism
The ocean where all that sadness is drained towards
that many find themselves drowning in
No matter how many lenses of yellow
I tether to my eyes
The life from the green is incapable to satisfy
as there is simply no life or happiness to be found,
even within the baby blades of grass
Life never lasts anyway
it always seems to die
And unfortunately, death is the foundation of the floods
from little neptunes
Copyright © Liza Solas | Year Posted 2022
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