Genesis 2 - What the little gull remembered
Who would have known that the timid slimy starfish would metamorphose into a scintillating human? No, none of the hordes, said the seagulls. The Death of Albatros made the land's tiniest organisms screech through days of hallucinating weather and the boy had his very first dream, of disappearance.
It was said that the red comrade exploded that very night of Albatross's death, out of affinity on seeing the boy endure the pain of loss, it took a luminous form. The sea was sorrowful and pensive radiating colours for the boy had rested by the shore all wretched with unidentified sentiments.
Hey!
A voice called out to the boy, he slowly turned to look at what was like light. A mermaid he thought, she held him close, an unfathomable feeling that stayed with the boy, As one can see the multitude of colours over to their background, unnamed or not exactly defined evokes a reasonable longing and she would whisper softly holding his earlobes, the sound of silence.
What else could the little gull ask for, to sleep with a memory that it treasured as it leisurely walked around the daybreak of a series of hallucinating weather unaware of all the turmoil.
Who would have known that the timid slimy starfish would metamorphose into a scintillating human? No, none of the hordes, said the seagulls. The Death of Albatros made the land's tiniest organisms screech through days of hallucinating weather and the boy had his very first dream, of disappearance.
It was said that the red comrade exploded that very night of Albatross's death, out of affinity on seeing the boy endure the pain of loss, it took a luminous form. The sea was sorrowful and pensive radiating colours for the boy had rested by the shore all wretched with unidentified sentiments.
Hey!
A voice called out to the boy, he slowly turned to look at what was like light. A mermaid he thought, she held him close, an unfathomable feeling that stayed with the boy, As one can see the multitude of colours over to their background, unnamed or not exactly defined evokes a reasonable longing and she would whisper softly holding his earlobes, the sound of silence.
What else could the little gull ask for, to sleep with a memory that it treasured as it leisurely walked around the daybreak of a series of hallucinating weather unaware of all the turmoil.
