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a lot does happen in water
but the ripples never talk.
there’s a yearning for voices
to blurt out from origin
their tales of under
a fable of yonder.
even when seeds break
from the ground
they seek only light
a neighbor without a tongue
a friend with only eyes.
I have learnt the way of water
its laying and turning
its stillness and dreams.
may we be ocean
in the eyes of the sky.

Ruddapoet