"Look at the Wavery Edges of Things" (#5)

Lost. In a strange foggy misty, murky, colorful place

A pinet scent of nature from the trees

A strange, lonely, sad, glum, world

Waiting, waiting for something to begin

Dizzy, everything's so confusing 

The world swirls around you

Complete scilence except the rippling of the smooth water

Waiting for someone to break the scilence

Two people on a boat, going someplace that doesn't even exist

Lost in a strange world... 

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