mermaidcamp
Keeping current in wellness, in and out of the water
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Over the edge of the chasm the hot molten metal poured
The danger loomed larger as the sound of engines roared
The door to hell was opened quickly without warning
There is little time to make amends and none to take flight
Running, tired and thirsty, taking refuge until morning
Revealed our footprints and our trail in the broad daylight
If we did not find another way our demise would be assured
That is how we found transcendence and finally were cured
I love this image. It’s worn and yet is so fresh. Your poetry is – as always- right on target!
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