Peace of Glass for Piece of Mind

She neared the water's edge

As the orange sun neared the mountains

The ripples in the dark river

Threw sunbeams to the trees

 

And smile, she did as she thew her arms

Into the warm, summer wind

It was hard to tell which was more luminescent, 

The refracted light from the glass or her eyes

 

Dancing around like a child,

Picking stones from the ground 

As if they were genuine diamonds

Laughing and spinning, breathing, alive

 

And as the sun gradually disappeared,

So did her youthfulness; she became somber

Found a place beyond the shore

Placed her head in her hands

 

She said, I need you to understand

That this gift is mine only to give away

For that is why it was bestowed upon me

And thus, I will always be

    but content.

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