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Splash, Splash, Splash
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Hyacinth garden Splash, Splash, Splash went the water.
spring’s ration is over for a sad curl of kelp.
raindrops slam blindly
into the sea.
jagged
edges waver in slurry.
tiny ripples spit at
the appeal
that whisper of ghosts.
you can almost hear the auditory illusion
as if a moan.
a swirl of leaves
swish a wish in the currents.
for a moment you wonder
are they reminiscent of tears hiding whispers of absolution?
or just the innocence of a dream.
