KNOWING
Gently blowing
The breeze
Sways
My whole...
Facing the waves
Of life
I stand
Alone.
No hand
To hold
Nor shoulder
To lean on...
I'm a no one
Companion
To the soft
Winds
Of passing time.
My dreams
Are ripples
Upon the shore
Of sighs...
I silently
Cry!
The river
Wraps itself
Around my
Feet
As though
Beckoning me
Into it...
I do not
Swim
Yet I shall not
Drown
For the waters
Will carry
To
Other Shores
Where i will
Not
Sigh
Anymore.
Gently blowing
The breeze
Sways
Me whole...
I know
I must go!
FREDERIKA MENEZES
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