shimmer in the cerulean holding out hopefor another day,another year,tomorrow yet again.the waterfall bubblesthe way of emotionsall churned up and twisted,boiled milk glazed over.the thin veil clouding the topof the hot chocolate mug,the froth that pools at the bottom,and the hope that congeals somewhere beneath the surface, tender and uncertain. It’s been a couple monthsContinue reading “Falls/Hope/Water”
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