Irrelevant
Pelting a stone
Pelting a stone
Melts into a
river...
Flowers showered
on a stone
Fall without
shiver...
A little shift
in sound
For the notes
to sing!
Sense floats
above beneath around
Until
with its wing
It searches for a ground.
It's about irrelevance... like throwing a stone in water in order to hurt..
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