settling silence

the willow bends to caress a river
with delicate, shy tendrils
as the water softly ripples it's welcome
at the loving touches
and the setting sun whispers its farewell
slipping slightly noticed
beneath the covers of the horizon

lotus-like lilies dance in mourning
lazily about the mirrored surface of the pool
motivated by the breeze
and darkness seeps slowly
deliberately
into the sound
like water to parched earth

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