Wind…
The
nearby pool shivers,
The
tree flutters,
The
meadow shimmers;
Each,
writing a different story
With
its waters, leaves and blades
An
essay is written on the time-stage
The
draft escapes the eyes
Stays
in the pool, with the tree, upon the meadow
Breaths
of life live in the pages
Moving
moments of experience
On
the stage of time
Writing different stories.
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