Water turning into pebbles
Ceasing to roll
With you
Sea means sands
River, a bed of dry rubbles.
I gaze
You struggle to utter
I hug
You stumble to shudder.
Yet in a desert of bones
The oasis of tear ripples Yon
The wonder world
Where tear melts
The bones to flesh again.
Sophia!
You can see in my eyes
The seven oceans In your body
See I all the continents.
That makes
A haven
Of land and water,
Our good earth.
Written after seeing a Documentary on Sophia .a girl Suffering from one disease Where all flesh stiffens to bones.
