Water of life.

Leave an immature memory on these stones

Like a piece of cloth taken from my soul

Then

Sink under this perfect surface

Starting with something humble

As

Maybe my own toe

I don’t want to disturb its peacefulness

Rather to become a part of it

And never to return. 

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