dancing shades
reflect on the empty pages...
time runs in slow motion
as wind creeps through the cracks in the wall...
moments freeze in the heat of the sun,
movement banished from the surface
as the picture looses depth
and begins to fade
a storm arises
from within the quiet...
ripples turn into waves
crashing upon these static rocks
wrapping around your ankles
gripping on the thoughts
you try to let go...
the storm empties out
what lies beneath
deep layers of complexity
to reveal true simplicity
as waves pull back
and the sun lets go of its tight grip
you hollow out
and bow to another lesson learnt.
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