I sit at the edge,
reflecting,
in the water,
and in the sky,
feel the cold wind,
brush against my skin,
blood rushes through my veins,
I smell that fragrance,
which draws me into a slumber,
a slumber that I never wake up from....
wonder,
a strange word,
a strong word,
an emotional,
vivid,
word.
after all,
just a word.
reflecting,
in the water,
and in the sky,
feel the cold wind,
brush against my skin,
blood rushes through my veins,
I smell that fragrance,
which draws me into a slumber,
a slumber that I never wake up from....
wonder,
a strange word,
a strong word,
an emotional,
vivid,
word.
after all,
just a word.
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