echoes of clear water on the polished stone
trees with veins that run silver
mechanical robins who sing out of reach
palms pressed against the surface
leaves of tin and copper, falling early
clockwork that is winding down
Patterns like writing, etched by rainfall
seeds in deep sleep like chrome
silence that still rings in tune
I cannot explain how haunting this was to read. Thank you for sharing this!
Thank you for your kind comment. It always feels good to hear to have touched someone with some personal words.
I really like the way you intertwined mechanical and natural aspects in this piece.
I like how you choice a title or topic for each and elaborated, good work