Every rock

Jostling rushing tide

Kissing stones


A river turns into a flood

Bears our love away

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2 Responses to Ants

  1. Mary says:

    The sadness in the last two lines is palpable. I am thinking about the title though..

  2. Yes, I’m thinking about the title, too…

    We, human beings, are as small as the ants in front of the wrath of nature, like flood…

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