Fragility Haunts

Posted on by Reena Saxena

The ocean’s roar beckons, yet the silence of cliffs holds sway—a wistful yearning tears through me.

Waves remember the story of shores long gone, their whispers haunting the eroded sands.

My heart lingers on fragile memories, each step sinking into what I cannot preserve, a vulnerability that resonates with the fragility of life.

The stoic silence of the mountains writes questions on the raging fires of the skyline — has anyone looked into the density of my rocks and what they are composed of?

All you thought had disappeared resides within me – forever, to be retrieved in different forms in a different era.

Ignore me if you must, but let the ghosts of your dreams believe in me – I’ve always been here, I’ll always be there when you call and hear echoes of your disbelief.

W3 Prompt

Six Sentence Stories

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