Ever wondered what happened

to those skipping stones

that you made fly?

Stones that drop to the bottom,

waiting to be found again?

Perhaps a school of fish

swims around it,

aquatic plants growing at its base,

sun rays touching smooth surface

as it dazzles through water.

Can you truly forget

those skipping stones

you threw one afternoon,

the skipping stone

that made ripples

through your anguishing soul,

wishing for miracles to happen?

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