Where the Water Remembers
She listens to the songs beneath the surface,
where time moves slower than breath.
Each ripple carries a story home,
each petal drifts with the weight of prayer.
The moon speaks in circles,
teaching her that endings are beginnings in disguise.
She does not ask for answers—
She becomes the stillness that holds them.
In the quiet between heartbeats,
the river knows her name,
and the night opens—
like memory returning to its source.
Where the Water Remembers
She listens to the songs beneath the surface,
where time moves slower than breath.
Each ripple carries a story home,
each petal drifts with the weight of prayer.
The moon speaks in circles,
teaching her that endings are beginnings in disguise.
She does not ask for answers—
She becomes the stillness that holds them.
In the quiet between heartbeats,
the river knows her name,
and the night opens—
like memory returning to its source.
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