the still pebbles breathe secretlyÂ
for possibility of dreams to linger,
in languid dance of days and nights.Â
the sea, a reflection of endless sky,
captures the swift glide of swans,
while waves weave stories concealed from eyesÂ
every ripple a memory, each drop a sigh.
infinite places can hold sanctuary for the wandering heart,
yet can never touch the essence of being in this aqueous sphere.
an echo of fleeting freedom,
a reminder that we can rise even in stillness.Â
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