3 mos
rock skimming water
sinking
slow, ever slowly
absorbed by
fathoms
undercurrents sway
the drop
before
setting on a seabed,
sand covering
stone.
buried to oblivion.
ramblings of the conscious and the unconscious, the venue for the creative spirit to unleash it's perfume, liked or not...
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