Pictures capture the setting in silence
as if the silence has settled.
Reflections capture the stillness in the water
as if to sink beneath
could somehow be more soothing
than the reality rocking
just a fraction beyond the frame.
Hope is as fragile as a pond of still water,
a breath held
as if we could hold back the ripples
that render our illusions
mere drowned delusions.
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