Water Rills

The castle keep
fills with flowerings

water rills
and falls

cupped by sea shells
to splash

in dreams
splurge
in imaginings

stirred
by the slightest touch

the smallest hint
the gentlest voice

the serendipity
of our time
our touch
our being

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poem & picture copyright ©2008 Anne Selden Annab
The Fairy Garden Poems # 22