Occasionally, a leaf at the rim -
almond-shaped, thin, white, soft with a tip.
The wind blows and chuckles.
The water is here to see it.
This tiny leaf contains a huge memory.
You are well aware!
It remains.
It teaches me and stays.
The brook says, "Stone and flow, and flow and stone;
We must be silent for our say to flow, let it be."
It remains a leaf, and in it, a leaf remains.
I am created from love.
I yield to love.
I humble myself to flourish.
I flower to curve.
Tonight, I will fall as softly as a word forgotten.
I will fall like light, white in the water that is not.
When the whole world goes mute, will the world be mute...
Will I distort before the word "other" ends?
About the Creator
Manuel C.
I have been searching for my soul for years through writing, but I know that in the end, I will find it beside a river.
If you like my creations, leave a kind comment and I will gladly reply to you.
The Solitude of The Chupacabra
Many say that the Chupacabra is a rather recent and modern tale, a mangy coyote or rabied dog. Some point out that it’s just twisted evolution. But very few know the true backstory of the shapeshifter that led to the bloodsucking legend. And perhaps once you will come to know and understand more, you might “forget” a few cattle out to wander.
By Oneg In The Arctic4 days ago in Fiction
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You have a wonderful way with words my friend
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