water & stone
I'm still rough around
The edges
Full of sharp corners, grit and
uneven surfaces.
Envious of the smooth stones
Caressed by the cold water rushing
Across them-
The consistency of attention;
A committed love story,
So unlike my own.
What happens to the waterfall
When the waters run dry?
Does it also stand
Forgotten,
Longing for the once lush
Waters?
Or does it adapt, morph to
Be unlike itself. With only an
Echo of a memory of those days;
When the dance of two souls
Merged, for a brief moment in
The span of time- a glimpse of the
Divine.
About the Creator
Sarah Lenn
Using writing as a way to capture snapshots of emotion on a screen whilst life happens. And life has thrown me some curve balls. Always striving to find a path through the chaos...
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