tanka
by rcribay
cooling bath water
drastically diminishes
after you step out,
dripping onto the tiled floor,
reaching for a fresh towel.
cooling bath water
drastically diminishes
after you step out,
dripping onto the tiled floor,
reaching for a fresh towel.
yes, every time i step out of the River of God & His Holy Spirit, I’m dripping with the river!
come one rcribay!
I am delighted to wonderful poetry. I very like. Well-written, well done.
PS.I also write in my native language of Polish, if you want to invite you to read here http://bropat.wordpress.com
Poetry, you can translate at the google translate.