INKtober2016 | Day 1: Tranquility at the edge


the tranquility of waters,
at the edge of the river,
deceivingly attractive in sight,
a transcendent beauty.

however, her torrid soul,
timid, cautious about the ruffles;
beneath the harmless wavelets,
recognizes the unusual composure.

the river unintentionally reflects;
her idiosyncrasy.
the journey of waters could have been;
as grappling as the wrestling of her soul.

she’s like the tied up boats on the shore,
waiting for a voyeger or a flood,
to be swept away,
by the force of a covetous fate.


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