Waves against the flow
Oct 22, 2026
A sheet of blue remains smooth, time is still
Uniform hues, not a single white frill
The air stands, nothing moves the mill
The crests of the sky, frozen in the chill
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A certain push, bubbles rise from within
They wind the clock, and produce a tick
The glitter spreads across the folds
Ripples take over, the cloth frays
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A shriek transcends against the flow
The highs fight the lows, with great force
The clock dies in this deafening kill
A thread remains loose, but the seams fill
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The splashing drops return, but the sounds linger
A whisper loudens to ask a question
Was it worth barraging the water’s thrill-
By leaving the core of life, all ill?
Press enter or click to view image in full size![Delicate ripples expanding across a tranquil pond, catching the quiet reflection of lush green leaves. A fleeting moment of profound serenity and natural poetry.]()
