I am amorphous morphing into the scene to not be seen.
The Knight shields the shining Light
as the armor refracts its energy.
Tin man Left hollow inside,
As the thirsty heart withers to die.
The star in the Night has no shade to blind,
Love by design.
The chronic thirst begs the withered organ to find a way.
Find a way to break through the tin and let Love in.
Blood vessels like Roots crawl over and through pavement as the concentration of her waters draw the vessel near/h/er.
We meet and as the tide pulls her body back;
dehydration withdraws its own attack.
Water I don’t know you completely but you complete me.
I am amorphous morphing into the scene to become the sea.
Do you... #seaempathy.
una casa muy especial, agua de republica dominicana
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