Zena

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Thursday, April 10, 2014


Being in the Moment


Like a small pebble
Under the rushing river
Dragged along by the tide
Battered by debris
Carried on a whim
Pushed to shore.

Stilled in the sand
Blanketing the earth
Anchored for a moment
As the world carries on
Clarity above the murkiness
Seeing the other shore.





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