A pebble
Under the blue moon
I watch you.
I watch your stillness
Through the passing water.
How many years of your silence
Were how much love I held
In my dream.
If I could pick you up
To make a good throw,
Would you sink
To the deepest bottom of my heart
To anchor my thought
After two or three ripples?
By Drauntz
© 2008 Drauntz
(All rights reserved)
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