'A Sea'
These words,
They run through me,
As a babbling brook,
Flowing down from torrents of rivers,
Passing time,
Originating.
See thy very depths?
From endless abysses they carry on,
Taking me to such pages of bliss,
Flowing down the rivers and streams,
Onto the fathomless oceans of thee.
Even lakes will enter into that vast sea.
A sea that lives through me.
It lives through me.
09/04/15
R. C. Cardenas
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