Stuck
A shape less piece of drift wood
Floating on a calm lake
A lonely shoot of a lotus
Staring solemnly at the sky
A single muddied pebble
Lying still on the shore
A broken strand of spider silk
Hanging motionless on a branch
A world of perfect stillness
Hoping against all hope
For a slight wiff of wind
A tiniest notion of movement
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