Theme: Floating


Floaters struggle
with my ebb and the
stunning beauty of your flow.
They come along
when feelings sink,
when we hold on
to a wandering log,
a passing hope,
in a blinding day.
We marvel at the
mystery of stumble,
we blink
when we fall,
for floaters in our eyes
weary of waiting for
the final drown.
Image © Hafeez ur Rehman


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