Cave
Uneven walls
smoothed by shadows,
where the sound of dripping water
echoes like a slow
waterfall.
I no longer know if my eyes are open.
Wind turns into whispers
turn into voices;
balloons cut loose
getting smaller
smaller
against the sky
then nothing
but black.
Copyright © Zin Lim | Year Posted 2013
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