My Face is a Kalidoscope River

Summersounds68

My face is a kalidoscope river,
it flows in red and blue veins,
a story of fast and dangerous currents,
trying to keep my head above water,
on occasion, a life line is thrown
in which I am dragged to shore shaking,
grateful to be truly alive for another day.

  • Author: Summersounds68 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 3rd, 2023 16:00
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments3

  • Summersounds68

    I sincerely appreciate comments.

  • 2781

    There's still hope.

  • Summersounds68

    Thank you, 2781.



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