Awakened
As if in limbo,
The man floats
On his back, leisurely.
The wind settled,
Waves gently moistening his skin,
The man seems spent, smiling at
The placidness of the sea.
Bereft of energy,
Abandoned of will,
It seems enough
To breathe, to think,
To be.
V
posted by V @ 2:37 PM
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