Friday, 3 February 2012

Leaving the World Behind

Softly, so carefully,
Quietly, he loses himself
As slowly he sinks away.
A crowd of pines

Watch at the water’s edge.

As he drifts gently down
The lake quite leisurely,
So quietly, closes up behind him.
Raucously gulls

Gossip over the grey clouds.

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