Ripples...

Sitting close by the stream,
Reality, one unfolding dream,
Stirring her feet to and fro,
Losing in trancing ripples.
Thinking why she lost,
Making her thoughts cripple.

Hurting ever the more deep,
Countless as droplets in see,
For they never seize to cause,
What had made her lost.
Losing in trancing ripples,
Making her insides cripple.

Searching for the missing core,
Mending her broken sphere,
Streams running a gentle course,
Concealing what seems hard to show.
The sublimity of encircling ripples,
Making her soul cripple.

Evoking realms of memory,
Cajoling appears temporary.
She knows no end.
Her senses an aching blend.
Sausing never ending ripples,
Making her being cripple.

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