'Come to the water,'
he said.
The water will save her,
he thought.
The waves will surround her,
they would.
Enveloped by catharis,
was it an option?
She would have ended up drowning,
in a river of emotions.
She realized that as she backed away,
filled with fear.
The rushing of the water,
wasn't something she wanted to hear.
And she dried up in the sun,
like a leaf, fallen.
And he added his tears to the brook,
sobbing for his desert lover.
Aug 14, 2013
Aug 14, 2013 at 12:57 AM UTC
'Come to the water,'
he said.
The water will save her,
he thought.
The waves will surround her,
they would.
Enveloped by catharis,
was it an option?
She would have ended up drowning,
in a river of emotions.
She realized that as she backed away,
filled with fear.
The rushing of the water,
wasn't something she wanted to hear.
And she dried up in the sun,
like a leaf, fallen.
And he added his tears to the brook,
sobbing for his desert lover.
Amara Pendergraft 2013
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