Blue with the skies
A mind of her own she seeks.
Dark with the night
the movement which
gives her life.
The power to reflect images of the living,
an attempt to create
spoken sounds of humans.
A beating rush of tongues and lips
lashing out as incessant waves.
Currents of anger
flowing as a gentle meek soul
yet full of turbulence underneath.
Thick as an enigma
she remains clothed with a sinister apparel.
Running through routes only
the city lights can follow,
not to brighten the path
but a further delve into her deep secrets
buried well below her lowest points.
Below the sands to which all life is birth.
Her face holds no emotions,
she gives her all and takes without remorse.
Her arms spread out to one another
her feet, a thousand toes touching the continents. . .
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