Ripple on a Pool

Write,
So here I thought, here is where I can talk.
However,
Then there nothing doing.
This is
A swirling, emptying spot,
It is my drain.
Draining my senses,
Welling up my drained mood.
And no one comes this way,
Ever.
And alone,
For more than one week.
I chryis cross
These pages of envy,
And clear my palate.

©2020  Christopher Thompson
All rights reserved.

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