Explorers
They drive down to the beach
Inside the wheels of metal architecture.
To snare the waves
And sunburnt stars.
To trace the tides
Back to the whirlpool.
To hunt the mermaids
Behind the rocks.
To conquer marine lands
Of delicate jewels.
To bruise the heavens
With instruments of sight.
To chain the sky and sea
Into one topography.
Submitted: April 09, 2018
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Violet-Of-Course
This is a beautiful poem. ^^
Tue, April 10th, 2018 12:25am