Trickling water

Blue waves,
Lashing at her feet,
Blazing ball, falling -
Sunset, at the horizon.

She stands in the water,
Her hands cupped,
A palm full of water,
Pure and clear,

An effort to hold on,
But it wishes to flow,
Closed eyes she meditates,
Be there forever….

But before long,
The water’s trickled down,
Far too fragile to clasp,
It seeps quickly, with time.

Drip, drip it falls,
Ripples, ripples all around,
A tear rolls down,
Onto her empty palm.

© Zoe k

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