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.
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.
Oh, I know this feeling. 🙂
I love this feeling.