Written by Emily Harstone | April 11, 2018
The body floats, when all’s sinking.
Nothings wrong, but nothings right either.
Why not, just let myself go
Tranquility is treasured in many ways.
Why’s my face red,she thought.
Whispering water, drowning harsh words heard
Washing all the pain away
Washing all my worries away
Freedom from stress came via water
Yet her embers kept on burning
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The body floats, when all’s sinking.
Nothings wrong, but nothings right either.
Why not, just let myself go
Tranquility is treasured in many ways.
Why’s my face red,she thought.
Whispering water, drowning harsh words heard
Washing all the pain away
Washing all my worries away
Freedom from stress came via water
Yet her embers kept on burning