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She is of the water

Of the crystal lake she comes

And of the endless ebb and flow

She yields, succumbs


She’ll swim in tides

And on misshapen boats she rides

Beneath mist covered skies

She loves and dies


She is the ocean

The smallest river

The running creeks

And more and more

She is the raindrops

On your cheeks

And through the droplets

Wisdom speaks


A tale to tell

You know it well

She is the water

The ocean’s swell

And she’ll draw you down

To swim or drown

To heaven

Or to hell


© Helen Valentina 2020

About Helen

I'm drawn to blogging as a way to share ideas and consider what makes us who we are. Whether it's in our working life or our creativity, expression is a means to connect.
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3 Responses to She

  1. beth says:

    ephemeral and beautiful

  2. When I lived on the Gulf of Mexico, I met “She” a few times. Well done, Helen.

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