Atlantis.A Poem by Britt Foster
She took me to Atlantis
every single night. Somehow we were there, breathing water before even a thought crossed to remember the air. Our souls swam in our timeless creation, playing music from the light-beams that were strewn amongst the algae, drawing pictures from the tide, and dancing upon stages of coral, and kelp, and anemone. From whence we came I still remember not, but perhaps it was her eyes: they were so very blue. (8/8/2013) © 2019 Britt FosterAuthor's Note
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Added on August 9, 2013 Last Updated on July 28, 2019 Tags: poem, poetry, manifest, spiritual, metaphysical AuthorBritt FosterCOAboutHey, I'm Britt! Welcome to my page. I'm just recently getting back into WritersCafe after a long hiatus. You can find more of my work on my website, www.justanothervisitor.com, or follow me .. more..Writing
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