Floating

bees

A thousand bees buzz around in his head as he floats in the ever flowing river, catching glimpses of memories he thought he had forgotten and while his worries dive to the bottom and bury into the mud and honey spreads in his mouth, he lets himself be caressed by the waters and when he breathes them in, poppies stick in his nose and he smiles at their scent and as he comes up for air, he can almost touch the pleasure dome of Xanadu.

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  1. I like the image of worries diving to the bottom.
    http://www.awordofsubstance.wordpress.com

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