~ Liquids
By Manicmuze
bridges cross over passing rivers, flowing streams but sometimes we stop in between, soak it in see our own reflection if we are washed clean through water, baptized, set free then tears are a form of release and rain is a means of cleansing stimulating growth think of the calm of floating, a relaxed state of peace, the crease and ripple of a puddle when the wind decides to breathe like a seedling leaves the safety of the womb, then blooms a new beginning we are given second chances and newfound treasures when nurtured by liquid pleasures when watered devotedlyPublished Summer 2002 The Rainbow's Edge E-zine READ AND AGREED Written December 7th, 2001 © on Nov 04 2002 10:42 AM PST, Wendy Hammond 0 • 10
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