Whitewater Listening tothe gentle soundof water tricklingover rocksGoing in different directionsEvery bumpEvery twistand turnSlowlyQuicklyForever changingits courseas the stoneswear downwith age Today the riversmelled of himReminding herof their lifeHe had taken herthrough whitewater Gasping for airat every bumpReaching heightsonly to splashhard on the downExhilarating Backbreaking Numbing The bare treesNow stripped oftheir leavesNaked and aloneWaiting for newgrowthShe understoodas she struggledto maintaindignity in theaftermathof hisragingContinue reading “Whitewater”
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