Water's Design
Too soft to describe with words
Letters have sharp edges
And speech can’t define
If peace were a river
I would be a leaf
Falling in my deadness
The freshness of green gone
Helpless as I am
Swirling in the wind
Destined for the dirt
But the water draws me close
Flowing with alien weight
The scent of hope and solitude
Kisses my thirstiness
My eyes overflow with the current
My soul pours into the river
And I become whole
Content in surrender
Drifting without knowledge
Led with no resistance
Slave to the water’s design
Copyright © Isabel Heintz | Year Posted 2024
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