Tuesday, October 1, 2013

on crossing a river

we pick these pebbles
from memory

life has been a barren stretch
of sand, sometimes

and us, like river banks
forever waiting, for water

to return, leave
and then return

1 comment:

  1. or sometimes ~
    love is like a river
    both sides echo
    only to fade
    at the middle
    onto that deafening silence
    into the depths of the water
    xo

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