The sound of laughter skims the water
A faint remembrance
A foggy crystal, chipped and sharp.
A strong feeling.
The grass sways;
The masks we wore melted.
A soul meeting its own,
A crystal meeting its match.
Jan 15
Jan 15, 2026 at 7:21 PM UTC
The sound of laughter skims the water
A faint remembrance
A foggy crystal, chipped and sharp.
A strong feeling.
The grass sways;
The masks we wore melted.
A soul meeting its own,
A crystal meeting its match.
A poem inspired by someone important to me.
