The River Below revised
staring down at its rippled surface
of foam and mirrors,
as the current embraces
the rocks and the stones,
and then overpowers, and flows over.
the waters seem so crisp and so cold,
freezing the eyes
as the icy winds
freeze the body.
as i stare down
at the small figure of my reflection,
my foot slides on the icy metal railing,
and I start to fall forward:
soaring through the sky.
until I find a new beginning,
in this ending.
from Words Never Spoken
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