Sense of Power, Power of Sense

August 7, 2011
Her gaze traveled over the foreign land,
resting on the blooms of new cherry trees
Her touch reached across the barren sand,
warming the heart of many seas

Her teardrops slid gently onto the soft earth,
silently absorbed by the thirsty ground
Her sobs echoed around the berth,
heard throughout the heavens abound

Leaves gently turned in,
Clouds slowly released,
A small droplet on her skin,
Before she learned,
she couldn't swim

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