The depth of tides
Define their leap
Like a high branch
Needs a stout root
Deep , the plinth of life
Like a grounded runway
A non descript practice
That leads to the dazzle
Of a spell binding performance
The chrysalis of time to come.
Somewhere lay like a vagabond
The amorphous parts of me
Assumingly when they collected
I believed it was me
When slight dew sprinkled
It stiffened lumps within
When it poured heavily
The flow dissolved all dust
Once adrift , I reached the skies
Once I dug within the depth of tides.
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