Fluid

Waterfall of doubts
splashing on the misty shore.
Ripples cradle me.

Tempest on the rise,
shakes the sailboat nervously
for all minds to see.

Dew drops on a petal,
glint on a crispy morning:
outburst of beauty.

Water runs and spills;
rocks and shakes our anxious souls,
flooding life's debris.

by Daniele Pinna

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Comments (2)

Mmm, this holds delicious intrigue.
Hi Daniele...thank you for sharing this...your words flow like haiku thoughts married together by links...you form your words perfectly to make this work...well done... Lare Austin