these words are just echoes,
pebbles thrown to the pond—
brave sakura riding the ripples
echoes
9 responses to “echoes”
I had to look up sakura. Lovely poem and very true.
Thank you, Bob.
And just like those ripples, we never know how our words touch others.
True, that.
…and ever decreasing in their potency.
Fine piece, MichaelUntil they run ashore…
Thank you Chris.
Assuming they get that far and don’t dissipate.
There is that. Or get absorbed by the bigger waves out there…
This could go on for a long time! I’ll leave it in the swell!
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