You and I sat across the pond
Throwing pebbles into water
Unbeknownst of its fate
Making fleeting ripples
That took shape
Shape of heart,
Shape of joy and shape of hope
The ripples cut through silently
Making circles, interspersing each other
Dissolving into each other.
With aim to reach the shore but
Retreating without sound
But now water has dried and the pebbles ran out
You and I still seat across the pond
without ripple without shape
with only debris of broken dreams left behind.
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