Slumber seldom comes to me
I swim below the yellow sea
When tossing and turning
Drowns me with yearning
Each drop of liquid pure
Mixing emotions de jure
Amongst the fears of life
Piercing heart s of strife
And deeper in a glass cage
Pushed by thundering rage
Neptune on the sand of white
To the sky of glorious height
Trident in the fist at right
Water elements with fright
Solitude of Pisces’ dream
I awake and scream.
Anjelikka
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