Found - a poem by Justin S.

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Found

Cool and bright clear water,
you rearrange me till I'm sane,
gaze at wild wonder,
take me to the river,
till a green field.

You are the sun,
fire and ice
through a dirty window.

I believe we can reach the morning.

We've got the afternoon.

Windmills of your mind
underneath the universe
as tears go by.


by Justin S.


(Poem published with permission. Image original work by AlmightyMelon.)



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I like windmills. Have too many of them in my mind lately.
Need to take this evening.
!LUV
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