Diosa
when i first
met her
she was
walking
on water
but not being
bothered by
this because
i had looked
into her eyes
as deep as they
were at first i
waded in and
then up to my
chin eventually
finding myself on
an island and off
into the morning's
mirage i look to
see if she
is walking
on water
to find
me
Copyright © Jeff Connelly | Year Posted 2020
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