Thursday, December 10, 2015

River

Earlier, I felt as a rogue river gone placid, calm. Nary a stir on it's surface. Tepid water, rippleless as I submerged to my shoulders. Individualized colors float on the surface, intermingling yet never losing their contours or hue.
Ah, yes, earlier today, I felt a foreign peace.

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