August 9, 2012
The Ripples travel the soul
The waters irrevocably altered
With the movement

Vines slither across the ivory tower
The wall is instantly aged

A moment described with
The sigh of an old willow tree

It’s draping body
slouching with the
weight of the world

The stillness shakes the land
A single small silver stone
When dropped into our world
Can forever change the scenery

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