Surging Waters

Flow, peacefully flow.
Cold, normally cold.
The currents strike my feet.

Heavens smile, a happy countenance.
We are swarmed with butterflies.
There is an intensity underestimated.

Go forth where the fishes are.
Their world is another.
We dive the surging waters.

Not everyone joins the army.
Someone has to watch the war.
Someone must know his own worth.




About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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3 Responses to Surging Waters

  1. bejamin4 says:

    Nice ending there!

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