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I Dream of the Deep by Sylvia_the_Wanton_Poet

Water flows o'er the winding stair,
though lo and behold 'tis not but air.
The walls speak falsely of their type,
the glass ripples and jumps to the wind's pipe.

Endless towers bright and bold,
What stories do you tell beneath the waves,
trapped as you are by oceans blue?

Rivers of light follow me through an empty sky,
as water shapes itself to my whims on the fly.
Such are the wonders of my mind,
When allowed the freedom of unbound time.

The towers sink into depths most cold,
No force on Earth can remove from wat'ry graves,
Should I go searching your secrets and seek the truth?

I Dream of the Deep

Sylvia_the_Wanton_Poet

Based off of a dream I had involving skyscrapers made entirely of water. Really nifty dream, but weird.

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