Ripples…

 

ripples

 

Our lives
start out small
like a smooth pebble
undefined
unrefined
but beauty still
strong, until broken down
in pieces.
And yes,
we grow old
and over time
that pebble thrown
across the river
reverberates
we breath in
slowly exhale
and we wonder
does it matter?
If only we could see
what ripples
we create
and what we reflect
in our every action.

(c) Sumyanna 2015

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8 Comments Add yours

  1. beautiful as always 🙂 love and hugs Sum

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  2. A wonderful poem – makes you reflect on your life

    Liked by 1 person

  3. A very nice poem. Thanks for sharing!

    Like

    1. Sumyanna says:

      Thank you very much. So glad you like it!

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  4. Jui says:

    beautifully penned ❤

    Like

    1. Sumyanna says:

      Thank you very much!

      Liked by 1 person

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