Poetry

All There Is, Is This.

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Into faded sheets starball drifts  

above water, still as glass

showcase dancing leafy reflections

enticing, seeking my audience,  

for a show of quiet bliss.

Yet curiosity blooms,  

pulled from a trance… 

What exists beyond there? 

Son sits beside, examining the starball    

What wonders exist?

Everything and nothing, I replied.    

All there is, is this.

Fiction writer. 🌱 Nature lover. Heavy Thinker.

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