Poetry: Ripples

By Abe V Rotor

I looked at myself on the calm water.
It was perfect mirror.
I took a piece of paper and wrote my thoughts.

Tell me your throes,
Worries and woes;
And to the fishes
Your wistful wishes.

I laughed at what I wrote and threw a pebble.
Ripples erased my thoughts.

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