A pebble meets a pool
Stone meeting liquid glass
(The freshness of damp grass)
The splash, a liquid jewel
The stone is smooth, yet rough
Water’s surface is abrupt
They meet, and touch, erupt
Now, inhaled, is enough
Yet, on the timbre rings -
Concentric circles, softer, wider
Wave of sound and form get quieter
Breathing, breath, consciousness brings
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