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Worn Rocks, Flowing Water

 Why do we forget that free flowing tears
wash away the pebbles that block
the lightness waiting to buoy the inner self?

A child knows to cry, without being taught,
then smiles as the drops dry on her skin,
already present in her new moment.

How many other lessons have I forgotten?
Cry, before the pebbles become rocks,
that take longer to erode and heavier to carry.



Written by Tristique
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