Seems someone laid a desert over my sea.
But the ocean, surrendering itself,
left its seed in the skies,
tripwired calm, like brimming eyes
so sensitive, even a butterfly’s breeze
might trigger torrential release.
So long as I refuse to forget,
This barren scape may yield life yet.
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Pretty "steamy" i-"mirage" you put down. Write on. 





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