Saturday, April 09, 2016

- NaPoWriMo #17

Dark waters


I swim in my waters
wait for language to give me form
think about the wind coming to caress my face
a stranger to myself, I've walk
all night in the rain
I say:  you been given a silence
full of forms and visions
and I run like a heartbroken panther through the jungle


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