The Sunken StoneA Poem by Tai RyensI weep to the rhythm of pebbles dripping into the pond.I weep to the rhythm of pebbles dripping into the pond; resonating the voices from within my heart's depths, and beyond.
Faint traces of my copy lurk behind shimmering sunlight; beneath the pirouette of sea and trapped by blight.
For, you see, I may age and olden despite this veil so golden; but what you fail to see is this dwindled pebble drowned at sea. © 2013 Tai RyensAuthor's Note
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Added on January 12, 2013Last Updated on January 12, 2013 Tags: dark AuthorTai RyensBay Area, CAAboutI must start that I am not as active as I should be on this site, though I do tend to drop by every now and then and review what I can from friends and those whose works I enjoy. Currently, I am dippi.. more..Writing
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