Living Water
And the waves
deep from the sea,
and the waves
wash over me.
Cold and numb
Drifting softly
as bubbles cling
to my skin.
Cold and numb,
drifting softly
through the soup
that I'm in.
And the waves
deep from the sea,
and the waves
washed over me.
Copyright © Thomas Hopkins | Year Posted 2008
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