Photography, Poetry and Philosophy of M. E. Martinsen
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Thursday, November 19, 2015
This River
I wade into the cold waters
of this river,
and dive beneath its waves,
to feel its currents
pulling me toward the sea.
And I stay under
until I must breathe,
I resurface to take that breath
and feel the sun
warm on my face.
Still the currents pull on me.
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