De bleu

Twis twas the thirst
From each dried up drop of coarse liquid flowing through said veins
Which comes out when tempted by fate
Each holds the sadness of a weeping faun from the depth of Crystal Lake
Whomst runs down the face of thee
When death comes to closes to frey
Drink the sorrows of happiness away
Is it okay?
From each depth you will find what’s hiding and what billows in the eyes
Just drink
From each mystic drop that it may conceal
Lingers in the depth of infinity
No just drink
Drink the laughing drops of restless sleep
Then maybe tomorrow the thirst will come again

-- Omar L., 9th-12th Grade