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Ripples

The ripples hypnotize
in synchronized patterns of tossed pebbles,
slowly finding that life is not a dream,
lying alone in the mire

Circular motions now distant,
touching an eroding shoreline still asleep,
weeping of moments lost
then slipping away

Fading into the deep
endless flow of hopes and wishes,
only to disappear
with little importance

“I am these ripples”