Andy Berchi
Whispers On Water
Lights searching one another
Yet only in pictures they will meet
Whispers on the surface of still water
Faded page corners of books laying on benches in the sun
Footsteps on stone, the breeze smells of elderflowers
Rustles from the trees, but this moment cannot be seized
Witnessed by no one, this is only the memory of a town
In the stillness of this warmth
So lightly held, as a half-drawn breath inside my lung
This beauty is so gentle to me
And this sweet melancholy feels like a child following butterflies in fields
Let it shine all through this town, to remain a mystery.
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Published on e-Stories.org on 03/05/2024.
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