The frailty of a dark night
A leaf holding its green as it droops to the human touch
A pluck and it’s over.
Barks of endless trees in a crown
Over a moon that pulls the tide to robe
Its light beauty.
A lonely frail wave lulls a lonely mind to sleep
Thoughts become oceans then clouds
A reign that lasts for a few hours
Its light beauty comes down
To the leaf
To the forest.
I am where I am
A fish in a fishbowl
That could have been an ocean
That could have been a cloud-
Or maybe just a drop.
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~insight07
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