escaping the ark
ten thousand whispers
brought down the clouds
turned the river into rain
and dust into life
whispers gently faded
subsisted ‘neath the waves
nearly turned to nothingness
by preying on decay
circles of whispers
sometimes escape the ark
curious metamorphoses
sailing further and further away
september two thousand thirteen
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Another amazing poem!
Thank you very much Lola!
Nice. Sometimes the ripples return, unrecognized.
Thank you, Mikels. And I imagine sometimes they do….
I love how the words whisper into my heart and soul, amazingly beautiful…
I happy you enjoyed the words – many thanks for visiting here and commenting on this piece.
Fabulous 🙂
Thanks so much, Melanie ;`)