Poetry
We all drift along -
float side by side.
So many moments;
how
does one
live
fully,
if not to
dip
oneself
deep -
beneath
the water.
Sometimes warm.
Sometimes ice-cold.
Sometimes barely there.
Dip.
Soak.
Wet.
Feeling every
single detail;
Your
trace
of being alive
and living.
Monday, September 24, 2007
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