River stone
And in the dim
cool
empty of the morning
I can sit
by myself
and feel like the stone
in the river,
worn down by
the tumult of water
above me,
softened,
heavy,
dull,
buried.
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Oh, I know this feeling. 🙂
I love this feeling.