Inhaling sadness
Exhaling only to make room for more
Laying still in her shallow waters
Lapping tides remind her she has felt the wash before
Blinking once
A familiar passerby walks around her, not to lose path of their own linear destination
Blinking twice
A second familiar passerby walks over her, not to interrupt their better path of linear destination
She closes her eyes only to be awoken by those lost on the belief of linear destination
Exhaling she makes room for more
Circular upwards, a lesson we all eventually learn
Like leaves blowing in the wind
She leaves them to lay alone in their destined shallow waters
~Alisa Hutton
Another amazingly beautiful write!
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….and a THANK YOU again:)
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