Depths of treasured waters,
Breeze flowing in golden streams,
Coined in bliss of matters,
Freezing dusk skinned beams,
Fingers occasionally covered,
Heartfelt condolences unwanted,
As it was unpredictably discovered,
Despairs feathered the haunted,
It was all Hidden,
Below her dried tears,
She felt forbidden,
Hands tied to her fears,
Bridging walls outnumbered,
Was all she ever remembered,
Constipated ground fuming passage,
Creativily whispers a message,
Mounting depths towards delusion,
Strengthened parts of her intuition,
Facing cracked thunderd shaped lines,
Drunken breathes from treasured wines,
Preferably living in fathom,
Afar from anything random,
Security in the path Hidden,
Words raged as they would widen,

Belise Rene S.