Without forethought
they invade,
demanding existence,
aknowledgment or
circular importance.
Matterless stones
in ethereal pools,
their ripples may never
touch reality
unless they smash canyon walls
and dam oceans
with their fallout.
What Words Cannot Express
I will lift up my eyes; where does my help come from?
1 comment:
Great poem Nochipa! As always.
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