
Ripples became the pond,
and everything gave way.
Green beards swayed gently
aged by winds,
now less than a breeze...
And the swarm of flies,
intolerable
but they are what they are
and will move.
The sun gracefully dances
relfections from its eternal memory,
Calmness disguised,
Hidden in a moments wave,
when the ripples become the pond.
In the completeness of a life it will still.
And simply reflect the bird who once struggled,
The bird that flies.
All reflections in my eye.
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Sometimes I find myself in an utter state of calmness and peace. Many times it happens after being upset. It's comparable to a reality check. Anything that happens in life is just a fleeting moment that passes. Each moment is what it is, a part of a larger picture, Life. In these moments of calm It is possible to reflect on the most terrible things with no emotion, just a critical mind where a type of acceptance of past events washes over you.
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