Flat round stones lay scattered here, timeworn smooth, not sharp or sheer. I hold one tightly in my palm, And stare out at the lake so calm. The lake that whispers me to sleep, and draws me to it's dark and deep. And forces me here to dispel, the skimming stone to break it's spell. Each skip upon it's silver thread, sends shivers out of me instead. Each ripple, kisses on it's skin, I generate, a feel. akin. It dances 'till it dies. Atoned. My love, my heart, a skimming stone.
Reason for writing:
No rhyme or reason for it. It just came.
Birth sign: Gemini
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