Wish
The clearing of my mind;
A story must be told.
You never hope to see,
This shiny kind of mold.
A parting of the seas,
A depthless melody.
The shining little rivulets,
My parting parody.
The river shining under,
A harmless forest black.
You’ll never want to leave,
I’ll hope to just come back.
Copyright © Jenelle Spaulding | Year Posted 2005
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