Guest guest Posted January 6, 2008 Report Share Posted January 6, 2008 Progression As a cold moon rises over a maddening sea of thought I find myself lost in the rip and flow of its tide memories thrashing along the shore bringing tears reminding sometimes taunting then setting me free. Estuaries form creating marked paths I might choose to follow because I could never stay. The echoing water thunders and crashes urging me forward past the waterfall into the peaceful sunshine. Momentarily I stop to warm my feet in the glistening sand As I rise within the glow of a gentle summer's night. _______________________ Destind to Fly www.onebigcircle.org _______________________ Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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