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Water rushing in gentle waves.
Voices screaming as the cold hits them,
far in the distant a boat glides;
moving, moving slowly as the wind pushes it.
I plunge into the water,
eyes stinging as I force them open.
Gasping I surface, the sun blinding me.
A soft splash I turn to look,
there stands my sister.
Shirt wet and clinging,
hand protecting a swollen stomach.
She looks at me and laughs,
"It's cold." She says and I smile, still I wonder.
"Does the baby think so too?"
- by awalking paradox |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 03/21/2009 |
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- Title: Cold Water
- Artist: awalking paradox
- Description: Poem I wrote during my creative writing class, was inspired by my older sister.
- Date: 03/21/2009
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