Falling

Ever so slowly water is falling

swimming towards tomorrow

on a beach somewhere

to offer a fresh breath

as burdens drift off to

a place where baggage has

an expired ticket.

Falling

into grace

a place designed to give

hope a chance.

Listen closely you’ll hear

softly breathing sounds

of everything not seen

just felt.

falling

burn baby burn

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