Minnows swim through the waves of thought
Making no headway through the mental onslaught
Some fall back, exhaustion crippling
Others fight on never attaining victory
Then there are those who see the truth
The soul of this body no longer possesses youth
Aged and withered the same angry crash of waves upon the northern shore
The fog hangs low here no respite for the swimmers' chore
The sun drops lower leaving the world a touch dimmer
The last minnow slows and takes a deep breath
One look around, no one is left
Finding his breath, gills expand
the mind of this body is dreary land.
~DivineChaos
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This is love ! So beautiful and inspiring.....Love it :)
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