by Marcail
At the river bend
Where waters spin and slow dance.
Finally the end.
Straddling the fallen red oak,
We parted without kisses.
My writer's journal.Snippets of my work and life experiences. May contain fodder for later use. May contain explicit sexual language or profanity.
2 comments:
As in painting, it's hard to capture water in writing. You've done it here:
At the river bend Where waters spin and slow dance.
Beautiful
Thanks Flood. Still waters and all that...
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