Your words bounced away
Like flat stones tossed across the water
As they skipped
They promulgated
With disregard
Once released from the lips
The sounds echoed
Inside my head
These were not words
Meant for calm elation
These were meant
For turbulent waters
Kevin Parish 
Profoundly beautiful!
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Thank you, Winnie! If you’ll excuse the pun, I felt it was deep… ;-)))
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I love the pun! 😉
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This feels like the beginning of an argument between a couple.
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Indeed! It has a lot of “deep” truth of how words can linger and hurt… Thank you for reading it! :-)))
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Super!
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Thank you very much!
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“words” … how wonderfully you detailed how they are thrown out, skim across the beautiful clear waters but oh the ripple! Very nice!
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Thank you so much! Thank you for reading too!😁
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