Sometimes…

Sometimes, at waking, the most odd and unexpected trains of thought roll through my mind.

after the headwaters

time does not heal
all wounds, but only stretches out
the tepid stream

life—an endless river
immortality its death

Copyright © 2018-06-13, by Elizabeth W. Bennefeld.

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Writer, poet, photographer, omnivorous reader, and observer of life.
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