I can see the ducks from here
They bob up and down on the glassy surface of the lake
They race along the water
And suddenly
The pond is not glass
But ripples
I wonder if I will make that many ripples
When I jump in
I wonder when my bubbles will stop reaching the surface
When I stop breaking the glass.
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Results of a Restless Mind
PoesiaA book of poems created by a sleepless mind and an open heart "I'm sorry that my heartbeat is louder than my thoughts." Completed 11/8/20
