Walking on Water

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Ripples are made
in the clear liquid wonders
of the Earth.
And yet,
my feet do not sink
into the ice cold
lake.
Is it coincidence
that I just dreamt
a miracle?
Or have I been
spared by the heavens
above?
Was it just a lucky day
that I could run
and not fall through?
I was walking on what
is not stable.
I was the blessed one.
I was the swan,
who gracefully swam
across a liquid castle.
It was me.
I was the brave soul,
who took the risk
to walk on water.





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