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I wake, jagged and aching, a half-cut boulder;
throw me in the water, I will not rise.
Dead weights at my fingertips, salt on my cheeks,
I’ve become nothing, a stone in the sea.
I remember: the ocean yearns for the shore,
waves caressing the sand, an unrequited love.
Throw your rocks, skip your stones,
perhaps they’ll rise to kiss distant lands.
I am but a pebble, a dot in the universe,
but fall in deep, and you will see:
a dot is but the beginning of an infinite line;
an epic saga of sentence length.
A sinking boulder, a singing ocean.
Write your words, and I’ll tell my stories.
We’ll watch them drift, sink, or float,
but we don’t know how far they’ll go.
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About the Creator
Lilia
dreamer of fantasy worlds. lover of glutinous desserts.
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So many achingly beautiful phrases in this poem.