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Literary: Laundry Break

2/09/2019 08:17:00 PM Media Center 0 Comments

She looks down
But her eyes reflect
The sun, the moon, the stars and clouds
Regarding them with respect she'll never attain
Since her chosen fate lays along
Ripples and waves

Ripples and waves
Show on her skin
Weary from the water's bite
Wishing for the warm exhaust
From cities
She has never been to

She has never been too
Tired to still let her mind wander
She wonders if her trail of hope, like thin spirals of smoke
Shall blow her light mind up to
The sun, the moon, the stars and clouds
She has never been to

She has never been too
Tired to hear stories about cities
That edge far from the world she has known
She's sure this place suits her for they say
Alphabets of people and lights collide to form her familiar
Ripples and waves

Ripples and waves
Root from her head
As the day ends, she let's her hair
Cascade down her sides, cover her back
Her eyes follow
The tangles of weak current and then
She looks down