Jul 2017
Oh how I lost pace
Was a stream, a river, suspended in space, I mixed with the salt and
Drifted through air.
How I lost steam,
Vapours rising higher,
But once I'm there.
I gain form again, belted to earth in a storm,
And then.
Anew, The cycle begins again.
Was a stream, a river, suspended in space, I mixed with the salt and
Drifted through air.
How I lost steam,
Vapours rising higher,
But once I'm there.
I gain form again, belted to earth in a storm,
And then.
Anew, The cycle begins again.
Going to write poetry about different states of water. And going through these states.
