Shallow be the river I swim
Shallow be my direction
Of little depth be my mind
Of little depth its origination
I walk
to the only horizon I see
I swim
to the only island
I think would take me to it
My hair now touches the surface
of the sea,
my eyes are a constant spectator
of my own reflection.
Into the very deep
to the very vast
shallow - I proceed.
Shringi
19 April 2011
my eyes are a constant spectator
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- You say a lot of life here.
I hope you know why you read this
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and which only you can read.
Yes :)
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