Sage is the colour
That deep, dark, grey, green...
That is the colour of the sea...
When you swim that bit too far out
Your feet can no longer touch the sand underneath
And so your heart beats faster
You can hear the blood pumping through your body
And you feel exhilarated with the fear
Of not knowing what is out there
What is to become of you?
Surrounded by the energy of the sea
Can you feel her life force pull at you?
Left to the mercy of her whim
This is the undercurrent of my life...
Sage...
About the Creator
Rebecca
A place...
For my words...
For my heart...
For my soul..
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