Alexander Ruff

Some say it’s still being written to this day…

See? You’re one of them! (Photo Credit: Pinterest).

In places it cannot hide,

In corners it cannot see,

No matter how close or how far,

The Ripple finds its way.

Home or in an ocean,

In a forest or on vacation.

No matter the body, no matter the environment,

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Every time I try to write a story of the now, I get lost in the found.

Knowing that my words are that but a reflection of my own being.

I write with intent to provoke or to promote, yet I freeze.

“This is my story!” I proclaim with observance…

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