Treasure Island

raesheka antwine

(shreveport)

Where The Waters Meet


today i feel good
i walked in the water
loved how it felt under my feet
i look out in the oceans
and wonder
where the waters meet

so i walk i untill the water meets my breast
i look around and see more water
am i in the middle
where the waters meet

do it feel me
where the water meets my skin
so warm and soft
but yet so i wonder
where the waters meet


i give in to the waves
and lean till i float
close my eyes and i feel my self drift away
where the water meet i will never know

where the waves take me is where ill go
where the water meets my soul

Submitted: Thursday, September 20, 2012
Edited: Friday, September 21, 2012

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