Tears of salt, flotsam,
ripple with the tangled reeds
languid in the sun,
like a woman's tresses
unbound in death.
.
You wouldn't wish to go
near those shark deep, iridescent sands;
to the dinner of oysters and crabs
on posh coral plates,
or admire the rope of pearls
hung on a deck of bones.
like a woman's tresses
unbound in death.
.
You wouldn't wish to go
near those shark deep, iridescent sands;
to the dinner of oysters and crabs
on posh coral plates,
or admire the rope of pearls
hung on a deck of bones.
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