She saw in me an intensity, unwithered
and boundless, a red of sorts
redder than most Reds.
And when the sea turned blue,
the urchins camped out at night
waiting for me to heal.
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May is a silent lake: calm,
the storm of the life within.
Sea urchins – with their posh spines –
practicing the art of camouflage
attempting to outrun the phytoplanktons,
(parent of all life) who shine so
others can live.
Like Humans, some toxic forms, unlike candles,
glow amongst cremation of disparate beings.
© Fiza Arshad, 2016 All rights reserved.