Appeasement

traveling cold water
without a luggage inside my throat
direct to the heart
cooling the body
rekindling the fire of the mind
it is the water
that cannot stop this fire
this conflagration of the heart
this wreck
of the spirit
this lounging of the thoughts
like passengers
waiting for the bus

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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