inside every I

Some colour in the rain.


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A little early morning light under gray sky


as fallen as stones
calculated for the discerning eye
to elucidate balance


people like faces tell
the stories of the things
the water has seen


casting a mark upon the time worn
page from the story of a tree
with eyes where the branches go


with seamless integration two stones meld as one beneath the pressure of a world in motion like sand pushed by a foot on the edge of the water-lapped shore will be worn away by time