skipping stone
smooth, flat the darkest tone
of grey
one skip
two skip
three
the water ripples at the touch of stone
like cold lips touching for the first time
seemingly sliding over the liquid mirror
reflecting the ever slowing stone
splash!
A unexpected crash
sinking, falling through the cold water
darkness in the depths
coming to rest on a bed of stones
cold, wet, lost to the world at the bottom of a lake.
Oct 24, 2018
Oct 24, 2018 at 3:02 AM UTC
skipping stone
smooth, flat the darkest tone
of grey
one skip
two skip
three
the water ripples at the touch of stone
like cold lips touching for the first time
seemingly sliding over the liquid mirror
reflecting the ever slowing stone
splash!
A unexpected crash
sinking, falling through the cold water
darkness in the depths
coming to rest on a bed of stones
cold, wet, lost to the world at the bottom of a lake.
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