dangling in front of the possibility of life and limbo,
with legs akimbo,
nothing to offer,
let this be a lesson,
be like the billowing waters that roll,
gliding in endless motion,
cascading one over the other,
for every rise and fall,
for every gentle sway,
there is a timeless dance,
one that memories cannot evade,
from whence the billowing waters come,
to that place shall they return…
Nessa 🩶
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