The Crab
You shake the golden sparkles of your happiness and in the clarity of the mind are confused both salty sea arrogance and passive sand kindness.
How you expect me to understand you, If I am the crab that lets itself been taken to your revolts without thinking it a minute, and when it finds that you are calm down, it shows its parts to call your attention?
You ignore me and right when I believe that the tide has stopped, and I want to bury in your calmness, you return again, involving me with your sweet waves and there I go again... right to the epicenter of the tidal wave you are planning to whip against my armored world...

by Kenkeni