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Still Open Waters

August 3, 2018

When the weight of the world
Tips and falls upon my head,
I go to where I know there is no
Sticking ounce of dread.

Peace lies flat and still,
Reflecting up the sun;
Water that is still like glass
I quietly glide along.

Simple repetition
One stroke after another
Minutes, hours, float by
Floating on down the water.

The boat rocks and sways in wakes,
Fierce and wild and feared,

But I,
My little boat and I,
Our path is wide and clear.


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  • NotSam

    Thank you!

    about 3 years ago
  • LackingASocialLife

    This is lovely and strangely peaceful. I like it! :D

    about 3 years ago