Mermaid April 28, 2019July 8, 2019 ~ Mariella Hunt White horses are Sea turtles. I cannot tell my world from theirs. Coral, I watch wildflowers Bloom before my eyes. The breeze to me Feels like a wave, Tousling my hair. I don’t think I belong here, My home is not there. Rate this:Share this:EmailFacebookTwitterLinkedInPocketTumblrPinterestLike this:Like Loading... Related Published by Mariella Hunt View all posts by Mariella Hunt