Gentle Rapids
The outpour
spouts gently. My lone thoughts
drain bitterly as pearly chutes ebb
Soft patter
of rapids flushes night
from angst. Though barren stream dives endless
And pierced rocks
lash at my lost chances.
The twirl of water eases love's blow
While I dive
into an evening's pool
like a rapid swollen by gray spills.
For nette onclaud
Manny Paras dated 10 30 2014
Copyright © Manny Paras | Year Posted 2014
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