The Shape Of Water
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At the font of her own misery she wept silently
beneath a parapet sky of midnight blue
Silver stars enmeshed and softened the water
as she drew closer to the only venue of comfort
she knew, ...
Amongst the conference of moon's effulgence
lay a quiet angel listening
to the in and outs, of a sweet girl's breath
A pear shaped tear fell on her pillowed cheek
not a spark from the heavens could rouse her
not a single whisper from Jala could end
the sorrow that threatened to engulf her being ;
At the brink of disaster a healing hand reached out
softer then the caress of the breeze
gentler then the brush of wings
As she stood beneath the silver stars eyes glistening,
she found the edge line of the water and giving it
once last look, she embraced her fears and jumped..
June 23, 2021
Contest Name: The Shape Of Water
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
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