Photo taken by ©2013-2017 Khomenko

They spoke of the land beneath the sea
Of its beauty that equally measures of thee
My eyes search for the beautiful shades of brown
For the delicate smile of a king that is worthy of the crown
Hands that search for thy hands to grasp
For in them peace floats within and I finally at rest
The overflowed blood has dried and the wound seized to exist
For in your touch my dear, there is a remedy that I cannot resist


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