April 5th
The tide is
going out,
It reveals
something which was moments before hidden,
A land that
exists for a few hours a day,
Yet it
exists....the flying creatures circle...looking for food,
It is like
the Zachanian!
We exists in
just moments,
Hidden and
secretive,
We wait for
the tide to recede,
Then like the
shore we burst into life
The world
which was, changes..
We survive,
We survive
until it is time to go back into the darkness…
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