In The Rivers Of Life
we shall be naked
in the rivers of life
we are not meant
to be wrapped like
a little package
skin to the sun
gleams at the brims
of our brain
we carry this self
for the pleasure
of the skies
here we are in the
rivers of life
swim naked
break the dress
code that enslaves
us to their humiliation
poem by Ric S. Bastasa

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