The Love of Writing
Wednesday, 23 February 2011
One.
…Treading on the green carpet,
My pace fastening
Till I started running on the clear blue water
My feet dripping
Distorting the ripples
Soaring the feeling cold and dry
Mystified in the mist
Wetting the soul and more…
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