Cleansed. A teardrop drifts beneath the shoal as river’s waltz caress my soul. • Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related 26 thoughts on “Cleansed.” Add yours the rivers waltz to rapids slowed by rocks they roll your teardrops dancing guided by the slow tempo conveying heartfelt sorrow as they gentle sway away defused supporting new life gone the tears the sorrow your self esteem restored may happiness be with you now and till you are no more your ever caring presence your caring hands that tend may peace goodwill love be truly your best friends With good intent, take care, Mick LikeLike Reply Nice poem. It feels very innocent, though. Is that what you were going for? LikeLiked by 1 person Reply I do believe so! 🙂 LikeLiked by 1 person Reply There is so much beauty in that one line. Very well said, or, rather, written. LikeLiked by 1 person Reply Thank you 🙂 LikeLike Reply C’est magnifique, Phoebe. 🙂 LikeLike Reply « Older Comments Share your thoughts... Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (Address never made public) Name Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email.