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Oceans apart, one foot on land another splayed. Some things change

Fin to foot

Water to blood

Song to silence

Yet my blood still tastes of salt

And my pulse sounds as waves to shore

Beauty was to save me

Fluttering lashes my whisper

Wind in my hair my song

The grace of my bleeding steps were to speak directly to his heart I do not think we spoke the same language

I am a bauble

I am running out of time

Little mermaid poem and painting

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    Little Mermaid Painting And Poem

    Oceans apart, one foot on land another splayed. Some things change

    Fin to foot

    Water to blood

    Song to silence

    Yet my blood still tastes of salt

    And my pulse sounds as waves to shore

    Beauty was to save me

    Fluttering lashes my whisper

    Wind in my hair my song

    The grace of my bleeding steps were to speak directly to his heart I do not think we spoke the same language

    I am a bauble

    I am running out of time

    Little mermaid poem and painting

    RELATED:
      Little Mermaid Painting And Poem