A shimmering of the night
The glinting of the mirror shards
You walk steps of one and two
In the forever lasting night
A glowing of the light
The combination of everlasting fights
Steps are only so quiet
In the silence of these forests
The survival is not one of ease
Wade in these lakes carefully
The ripples seen to all life around
Do not allow the splashing to awaken
What will kill you even now
~N
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Waves
PoetryThese waves can only be painted with the brush of words, the people only being washed away in this unfathomable sea. ~N [#5 in Poetry on 8/2/18]
