The long elongated drops hurriedly warping its fashion,
unshape, cold splashing glassy, soaking view, I beholden!
In deep blue dark water as quietly as placid, a clamminess fumble,
a conduit to abysmal, muted, abjection befall.
A mumbling fluctuates as it ripples sluggishly,
as it presses, creates a pounding motion, heavily,
a thick tranquil of turbulence viciously perturb my bracing,
am I obscuring my approach to silence its obscene life?
My reflective soul searches the nakedness of its expanse,
aloft as luminous fauna afraid of my presence, I seek its solitude,
I commune my spirit in this tranquil of depth, profundity is my grace,
as the breath drizzly in one accord, perceptions is shut in their instinctive mark.
San Mateo, Rizal
December 6, 2017
Photo Credit with minor editing for visual purpose only.
https://visualhunt.com/photo/156776/
