These waters before me rest calm. However, the river within is wild. No coursing fire could ever evaporate, no flame could exactly be put out by it either. The green mountains abyss is no different from the present, and the life I now miss. To see her before me after I cross over would result that all waters manifest a storm. My storm, my spirit, my conclusion as I fade drift away into timescape, henceforth drafted by me.
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Threads Deep Within
PoetryMore poetry since the other one reached limit of parts! Book 1 is "Heartfelt Messages, or Something Like That". This is book 2. Thank you! 7/18/21-8/22/22
