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The cool world
#WritcoPoemPrompt34
At the edge of the furthest mountain,
Between the valley and the lazy river,
Beyond the edge of the scented meadow,
I can see the hues painted by the setting sun...
The hues that seem to glide
over the glassy mirror water
cool in it's confines
another world exists.
A world I wish could be part of.
My feet I dangle inside that cold
and soothing world
filled with wonders and creatures.
Unimaginable, unique, understood less
by the mortals above ground.
But the tug to join them
becomes strong as my body slowly
drenched in the seeping cold
pull me towards my watery grave.
© meerabhansali/theworkingofthesoul
At the edge of the furthest mountain,
Between the valley and the lazy river,
Beyond the edge of the scented meadow,
I can see the hues painted by the setting sun...
The hues that seem to glide
over the glassy mirror water
cool in it's confines
another world exists.
A world I wish could be part of.
My feet I dangle inside that cold
and soothing world
filled with wonders and creatures.
Unimaginable, unique, understood less
by the mortals above ground.
But the tug to join them
becomes strong as my body slowly
drenched in the seeping cold
pull me towards my watery grave.
© meerabhansali/theworkingofthesoul
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