Waves
Waves of water fill my head.
Skewing my vision.
Yet cleaning my mind and opening it to the world.
The Sun blazes down on me,
curving away, a convex effect.
Water begins to work its way down through my veins.
Pass my heart until I’m engulfed.
With the crisp wind in my backyard
and the gold and crimson leaves blurring the green;
this fresh feeling erases my body.
And leaves my soul to embrace the world.
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