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Friday, November 22, 2013

gentle ripples

Perfection past
Gone before realized
Late at night or early morn
The water is still
A mirror of glass
Heaven in duplicate
The sand is warm still
From the heat of the day
Sound echoes in whispers
The time before
The smell of freshness
Is everywhere
Breathe in the image
Before it is gone
Two moons and two of every star
In the shadows in the dark
You keep me company
The spirit gone
But still deep in my heart
a gentle wind ripples the moon
The moment is gone
In gentle ripples

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