Diamonds shimmer
in the depths of the
calmest pond.
I reach for one,
but I can't touch.
Instead I create a current
and stir the murky depths
Mud and clay
cloud the once clear pool.
Only evidence is washed away
in a roaring wave.
The wave descends
and shatters the once still air
Into the voices
of a thousand tiny angels,
Each one crying out
for a lost soul to save.
As the river breaks
into the ocean of dreams,
I stare and wonder
in it's magnificence.
Dare I?
I stand at the banks
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