Innitial Poem:
Swimming a sweet selkie under the comfort of the blue water,
under the comfort of her own bias world,
under the comfort of your broad-meaning worship..
swimming a sweet selkie,
within the comfort of the blue water..
within the comfort of the bias world..
within the comfort of the broad-meaning worship
her twin eyes are the color of faint fondness,
her twin lips silent within the soft singing ripples
her long hair shinning under the glowing of moonlight
her smooth skin is the color of the husk honey
she sings of an unkown expressions
with heartbreaking hollow melody
filled with desperations
mingled with the ocean's symphony.
she does alive but she does not exist.
she calls to the the sea to drown her griefs
she seeks the serenity from the waves
she swims into the ocean toward unconsciousness
for she has no soul to sparkle.
death inside her swaying strong and vast.
she slips amongs the waves in silent recognition
and its ripples speak none of her
