The door opened and the sea poured into my eyes.
Then, the sun splashed onto it and rivalled an affair with my pupils.
There was once a secret garden. Shhh.. only birds whose name is yellow
speak of the location unknown to the glamded...underground mice
Hal hail all haze down to the mares of zebra-stripes and wondrous bite of a meal
a sole swimming down the litte ocean path screamed up high to the yellows
the yellows shocked themselves into mermaids that jumped down onto a surface
that crystallized itself into sugar and fell through becoming one with the grains of sand..
better with you mad...than all alone sane...
(as we say in Greece)
come into my secret garden...
come come again in two my seacrest pure den...
3 comments:
You Greeks like to unconditionally surrender to your emotions - more so than us, I believe.
You are as mysterious as ever Zoelin.
:)
you might not know I am half Greek... half Greek- Cypriot.
so I only partially surrender;)
I know, Zoelin. However I emphasise your greek side for it seems to be dominant.
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