Warm pebbles
Dropped into cold water
I hear the crack of stone
Watch it fall to pieces
In the depths
I speak and my voice
Shudders against the
Walls. It is quiet here
Cold and I sit by the
Water’s edge
Afraid I have more
Stones to
Cast
Watching,
Feeling
Each break as it
Happens
We can’t let the colder climes of today steal the warmth of our memories.
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This is wonderful. Great imagery.
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Thank you so much for your kind words.
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