Wednesday, May 02, 2007

Floating near the shore

Tumbling gently
Landing smoothly
Wanting to move
Yearning to fly
Like an infant
Waiting to be born
For years the river flowed the same course
But the water washes out
The sea is wide
But here I remain
Floating near the shore
There is no cast off but the one that began my life
And there is nothing in the ocean
To compare to my journey

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