Poem: A Beautiful and Slow Disappearance.

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A Beautiful and Slow Disappearance 

Let the water strike my stones.
Let the spray rise, wild and free.
Let time take its toll and slowly wear me down,
each fragment, each sand sized grain torn asunder
revealing a new layer of broken beauty.

About this poem

Something I have had to learn to embrace that sometimes, even within ourselves, less can be more, can be powerful, can be beautiful.


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