Posted in Poetry

sea of love

The mountains under the sea rise

to the fields of the stygian abyss

When a day moon stays with a sun

And sea nymphs swim to the horizon.

Whales repast by the seamounts below

And the goddess of the ocean arrives

with her children of love in soft waves.


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