Cold Don
Bombarded
in my slumber leaving to
the mainland
a cold skin calling "you!"
startled
I open two windows and
here is Don
putting the warmest light on
somehow I forgot
his full name , it's odd
again
with a cold touch
a water give me a splash
"Oh, you're that Poseidon!"
in my slumber leaving to
the mainland
a cold skin calling "you!"
startled
I open two windows and
here is Don
putting the warmest light on
somehow I forgot
his full name , it's odd
again
with a cold touch
a water give me a splash
"Oh, you're that Poseidon!"
This Poems Story
in contact with a living Poseidon, care less either in real or virtual land.
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