Sunday, August 31, 2014

Reaching out

Jumping in, a stone lands
Ripples ebb, near and far
When they stop no one knows

Word exchange
Heart strings resonate
Brighten up skies
Music plays, fills the air
Vibration, echoes on and on

A week or two, a hundred years
One never knows if, how, or when
Ripples from words do reappear
Their reach unfathomable

Have you seen your ripples reaching?
Heard their music play?
Have they come back to greet you?
How long has it been?

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