Waterfall of doubts
splashing on the misty shore.
Ripples cradle me.
Tempest on the rise,
shakes the sailboat nervously
for all minds to see.
Dew drops on a petal,
glint on a crispy morning:
outburst of beauty.
Water runs and spills;
rocks and shakes our anxious souls,
flooding life's debris.
Daniele Pinna
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fluid-3/
