With each pebble thrown…
It bounces off the water…
Once, twice, maybe three times…
Until it bounces no more…
Then…
It disappears…
Swallowed by the unseen…
It breaks the surface of the black mirror…
Disappearing…under…gone…
Possibly never to be seen again…
Maybe it’s the same with… love…
We all bounce…
Until that’s it…
There is no more…
And then we…
Disappear…waiting to be found again…
Washed up…onto the shore…
Washed up into someone’s arms…
But…some pebbles…
Might bounce right onto the shore…
Landing next to another…
Never disappearing…
Always knowing there place…
And if the waves come and wash it away…
It waits…to be found once more…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem