Hatred For What Is
Water,
running down my weak shoulders.
A laughter,
like tiny rivers,
cleaning me from all things bad.
Strengthening;
Letting go of the weight,
gravity,
free falling,
floating.
Birds,
flying,
chirping merrily.
Strong shining stars.
Tranquility,
spreading like drizzle.
Showered with;
Tiny drops of water
Soft against my skin;
Gentle words.
Words,
that mean everything.
Copyright © Theo Nikula | Year Posted 2021
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