at the end of the pier

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been thinking of the beauty my eyes saw recently…at the end of a pier on a lake…

where the waters sparkled beneath the darkening clouds

and as the winds moved in, the clouds, previously sluggish, danced and swirled

one would risk being pelted by rain, sitting on the end of the pier to watch the spectacle

the next day, it was as if it had never happened. there was stillness all around

the world was transformed as a fog fell across everything the eyes could see…at the end of the pier.

-Eyes wide open, Chinwe


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