Everyone has their own Atlantis in the depths of their hearts.
Maybe you will forget the route when you grow up.
Maybe you have destroyed it
When I stepped into this ancient city built by deep blue
There is a melancholy and quiet view
Stepping into the foot is a crystal-clear jelly-like street
Seems to be stuck but firm and steady
Old castle in front
Refraction of the ocean’s blue light
The city seems to be wandering around
Maybe the next second will leave with the waves.
The more I go to the castle, the closer
The dark blue turned darker
Once again it disappears
look around
This street has a rhythm of the sea.
Instant sinking
Buried under the gray-blue sky
Silence
Nice imagery, thanks for taking me there.
Thank you . Appreciated.
My pleasure.
“Maybe the next second will leave with the waves”
Beautiful
Thank you for the great comment