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As I run into myself

Upon the sparkling waters
Egrets meditate
In the bushes nearby
A moorhen serenades

Numerous little cormorants
Fly in the bluest welkin
Dressed in shiny black wings
They seem determined

A duck surrounded by her fledgelings
Quacks her way around
Upon the misty horizon
Joyous sounds its sound

A sleepy boatman ties his boat
Touches his feet bubbling foam
In his eyes, a wet twinkle
Its been a while, he is finally home

There is mystery, there is love
There is quiet, there is peace
As I run into myself
In the chaos of reality and dreams.

PP word: Meditate

By Fleur

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