

Silver GlassRipples thrash along the surface of the pond Again and again, from desperate intent With brilliant clashes of the air Reeling, another boulder crashes down Such red lines to be driven by thought Red lines fleeing from a blackness Another boulder, picked up Hurled towards the fading pond Bringing it back to life Life to destroy the stillness However large the boulder, however strenuous the throw Still more painful is the pond when it dies Repel the isolation of silence As it bring down your walls Shudders of exhaustion and horror Bring hand to pond for onSilver Glass
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