Gleam

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So close…

on the horizon

something stirs

rippling

its way.

A high rises,

but moan

delays victory.

A pushed weariness

and lapping strokes

thrash

and carry me

still toward

the Glimmering light.

 

Paula Antonello Moore, Prose. Copyright: Tuesday, September 25, 2018.

Image: by Semenov Ivan on Unsplash

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