Not some shadows but random ripples
The sunlight flow of my understanding
Ideas over the river's forded bed
The imposition of the water's watching
Last week in conversation buds decorated
Forgotten conflicts and the day passaging
Pastel flowers today become triumph's fade
Leaves turn curl against the peach
White a flick amongst rosemary bloom
Time touched in a present silence
The world behind eases a grip
Fresh soil primed into an instance
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