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 © | Year Posted 2015

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