indigo, laced with
fading scarlet
that reflects
the tempest
that rages
in my soul--
horses that gallop
across foamy seas
without tripping,
without drowning
themselves in
the salty waters
that break lose
in my h e a r t.
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Poetry-thoughts in the form of little rivulets that part from the undulating river of my cryptic mind in a poetic jumble of words- ~ e s o t e r i c p h i l o s o p h i e s ~ ©Aneet, August 2015 lowercase intended
