she silently tiptoes behind me when my eyes are fixed on rippled reflections of dark skies.
I wonder if it's the water or the clouds that move... or maybe me. or perhaps all together but in different directions.
she peeks at me briefly when passing but hesitates to stop by.
in a split second she's crossing the river via a bridge.
instinctively I disappear into the ripples.
now we are one.
I wonder if it's the water or the clouds that move... or maybe me. or perhaps all together but in different directions.
she peeks at me briefly when passing but hesitates to stop by.
in a split second she's crossing the river via a bridge.
instinctively I disappear into the ripples.
now we are one.
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