It all began as a murky thought,
Something snaking from the depths
For a breath of fresh air.
Bubbles burst from used substance
Disturbance of displaced environment
Disguised as pleasing ripples surfaced
Just as wolves packed as sheep.
Now it strikes a chord
Shifting rhythms on monotone
A joy the body is helpless to stem
Glows in the broken dance. JOY.
Aug 22, 2010
Aug 22, 2010 at 4:25 PM UTC