Shift of Balance
Skip me like a stone on water,
While I test my buoyancy
I float then sink, as I stop to think
Of what would become of me
The torrent drifts in endless shift
Throw my body to the Waves
For then I'm made to be its Gift,
And pleased with what I gave
Copyright © Just That Archaic Poet | Year Posted 2013
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