Day 148
23.07.2014
Topic: Stones
Topic given by Michael Kobernus
Morning
Three stones separated by a child’s hand
Thrown
skipping
leaving ripples after one another
never to be seen again
the ripples fade
and cover every trace of their existence
The only memory left is in the child
the smile
pure entertainment
waved goodbye to his precious stones
now the child awaits
reflection
in the mind
and of the tide
will there ever be a similar stone
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