Stagnant
Like a river sleeping
Beyond the hills
No emotion, no passion
No excitement or thrills
Laying peacefully minding its
Own repetitious business
No beginning to the ending
Until one night the wind blew
In the east direction
Just a little past 2:00
Stopped dead in its tracks
A taste of new life, a feeling of fresh air
Felt a new sense of self
A new sense of peace
Until something happened
That scratched against the exoskeleton
Now stagnant waters relinquish
Away from tumultuous tides
Beyond the mountains, beyond the hills
With no excitement, no passion
No emotion or thrills
Peauxetic Expressions 
great visuals to your writing. I love it!
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