The air is cool and
a light breeze filters
in from the stone sky while
the water, like sighs and soft giggles,
trickles by my feet, spreads across
the cement and it's dark dark
dark there's not a drop of
light because no one needs it down
here I can finally breathe and
relax and be alone with You or just
me, myself, and I adore this grotto,
my haven, my peace, the tunnels.
Let's go.
A contest entry
- prewrite contest - round 1 by serenity silvermoon.
929 points, ended October 12, 480 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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