The golden reeds –
you think you see them
gently bend to the music
of the autumn wind.
So soothing,
these chosen moments,
reminding me again
how calm the hours
sometimes sit, like water
at ease in a lake.
sometimes sit, like water
at ease in a lake.
An ordered gentleness
deserving of one's attention
quietly rumbles – innocent like.
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