The deepest secret

rows of windmills painting the sky

 

With dark colors

with raindrops

 

wet is the water

 

her tears dry as they roll down her face

she sits 

 

statuesque holding a bowl with

stones holding water

 

A goldfish watches and dreams

the bench is wet

 

empty is the sky of sun

water is empty

 

she cries no more.

 

Copyright © 06/27/2014 Ð Ṝ Ƣ Ñeedle & Ŧhread®

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