Tuesday, January 6, 2015

Immersed

The frigid air is foggy,
Dirt sticking
on my body and soul
The world is
a dirty window,
I cannot see,
Needing to be washed,
Dunked and
totally immersed,
in pure clean water.
Bringing daylight,
Fresh, clear, and bright.

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