Flowing thoughts wear away
at the mountains on the horizon
Soon they sink into the sea
I can see
past them now
into the beyond
Floating, a journey
through the channels of
watercolor waterways on
a molded clay mind
Formed by the Flow
of many todays
and hopes for tomorrow
Jul 11, 2014
Jul 11, 2014 at 8:58 AM UTC
Flowing thoughts wear away
at the mountains on the horizon
Soon they sink into the sea
I can see
past them now
into the beyond
Floating, a journey
through the channels of
watercolor waterways on
a molded clay mind
Formed by the Flow
of many todays
and hopes for tomorrow
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