It was the world quite seperate
With those lives having a unique etiquette,
They live deep, with some of them who crep.
The bed is briny, but I can't felt it.

I felt their touch, I loved their presence and so do they.
The presence of me was shown exciting, but they can't say.

The bubbling sound that melodies my ear,
Far from the buzzing horn and ill fear,
The new world welcomes me with pomp and utmost care,

The aquatic feeling and touchy memories,
That world was serene, having their own stories

The depth was magnificent, as if system playing theme,
I was lost in the " Depth Of Ocean",
Mixed up in their rythm.


© MaK