Monday, August 22, 2016

Waves

Some days she rose up billowing like Neptune's fury, 
Some days she lay flaccid like Silentia's sleeping breasts,
She wasn't fueled by the phases of the moon, 
Her reasoning a mortal couldn't grasp.
She stopped explaining, she gave up on apologies.
She danced with the waves,
Crash, retreat, rise again.  



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