Weeds.

Eucalyptus manes sway to an inaudible song below.

Beautiful green fingers reach to trace the aquatic sprites floating past,

Each lonely strand finding solace caressing their sisters’ arms.

A lit by the angels sigh in the sky,

A mass,

1000 intertwined hands,

Seen from above by passersby.

Disappearing,

Vanished,

Vaporized.

They shy away from the surface,

Hidden from strangers gazes.

If you sit long enough by the water, you’ll hear the faint tune the river weeds sing, luring their unfelled sisters to depths below.

Fin

Until next time my lovely jubblies,

Zoe xo

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