Ophelia's Mirage
Mad driven solitude--
the river of time
crashes over
like a waterfall to
the bottom...
of my soul.
I glide like the gull,
drifting in and out of
the cool mist
rising.
When I
seen Ophelia's mirage I
dove
toward the water...
Copyright © Red Barchettadrive | Year Posted 2015
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