dreams of streams

the sand becomes stone
i stand alone

as the cool water
slowly rushes over me
i feel the chill
and long to be cleansed

standing quietly
tiny drops
become a stream
and wash away
thoughts

i relinquish my mind
to this feeling
left by the spray
it is dark
my small space
which links to
the sea
no definition
confined only by
thoughts
i allow to continue

now
air
overshadowed
by this watery breeze


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