Green bubbles
The surface is ember
illumine and heartbeats
red shivering rings
made out of salt and motion
you are a tiny swirl
rushing upwards
in rains of air
caressing
sliding deeper
my palest colour
and its cold below
and its green like glass
and there is a soft glowing spot
where the big void begins
Poetry by Celeste
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Editors' choiceWritten on 2008-11-17 at 21:24
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