As I walked down to the water’s edge I knelt and plunged my right hand in,
increasing the rivers density, I watched my hand dance until I thought the river may
run dry, that my hand may never return to me.
I was wrong, my hand soon returned and it hurt like hell.
Then the river dissipated, cruelly, as I was now struggling to comprehend
dying among the scorching sand-dunes.
2 thoughts on “The Water’s Edge”
Good thing he didn’t dive right in!
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Ha ha so true, i never dive into anything though, far too much to think about first. Thanks for reading and following, much appreciated.