running your fingers nervously
through waves of black and brown,
as ripples form on the surface,
imitating dissipating thoughts
the water's only murky
because your reflection still
glimmers in it,
wobbling uncertainly
wind blows lightly across your face,
causing your watery countenance to shiver
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
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