RIPPLED THOUGHTS





Gentle breeze blowing thru my mind
A trickle that tickles all my insides
The thoughts of hope sail in the kind
Of love that is
But a drop to begin

And eventually
No matter the effort
Those protective dikes give
A rushing flood washes in

Clean waters of glacial depths
Left calm with a feather
Floating along
Tickling the top
Rippling my thoughts
~





DBrown Fisher
© July 1989

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