Gathering
Swirling in rivulets of the forgotten
Highlighted by the cold moon
What is it?
Specks of what is long gone
Come back to us?
For a final bow
Or to stir those memories which have been
Long forgotten
As numerous as bubbles in a waterfall
Cascade in slow motion
Twisting and turning on a whim
As if suspended in time
What is it?
Why is it here?
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Poetry
PoetryThis is my world of nothing No end no beginning, Neither in nor out, Neither up nor down. This is the glass pane of a window Hard nothing to keep out the cold. Something no one notices But is always there. Like a single droplet of mist Or the hum...
