Puddled Reflections |
Cast a stone into the water catch a ripple, hold it now slowly turn and reach inside the futures waiting for you there. Peer inside the rippling haze through the broken face gather all your wits to ponder of this place so far away. As you feel the warmth engulf you the dreams will pull you in the sounds that echo deeper are just droplets out of place. -NightCry- Debbie Smedley copyright 1996-A Tapestry of Thoughts The National Library of Poetry |
