RIDING THE WAVES
Fastening my grip on you, throwing my head up high
Where colours fight in sunlight bright enough to blind me
Vortexes, one after another, dizzyingly
Maelstroms of words disappearing without being spoken
Will they drown me
Those waves, will they drown me
Can I come up and breathe again?
Can I hold on and survive?
Waves
Riding the board with you
The blue sky opens to warm glow of the sunlight
From where I am the shore is near
I relax, while you steer
Small waves rippling lulling me to sleep
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Poem by Darren White
October 18, 2016
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