So,they were of different colours
They were lyin' on the desk
I suppressed their desire
to become a sort of water
I was drawin' them in colours
Water-colour picture thing
I observed them in the fullbath
They were drownin'
Like smooth pebbles
I suspect I was a Tail One
Murmaid-thing
An Oceanborn
i was naked/
Floatin' lightly
with them all
Through OceanSoul
We were glad-The timeless swallows
We were hovering above
Coloured things
Of my subconscious
Vermins of the
Holy Sky
The Easel Of Sweets
© Copyright: Елена Кристальная, 2005
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