Water was disturbed,

One more time,

From the splashes of the gong,

Resonating in my mind,

On its way to the heart.

Late afternoon sun provides heat without the burning,

Light without squinting,

An unshaded warmth.

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As if peace was airborne.

To hold and caress me.

Observing life in a tree,

Kept small to never outgrow its keeper,

Not to show power.

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But rather companionship.

How often does the road seem lonely,

Yet, the sadness of alone settles somehow;

Making its case gradually into reflection,

And then into beauty.

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Holding the lonely word in both head and heart,

As the absence of you becomes a presence,

And remembrance of times spent together,

Floods in love and enjoins our spirits.

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Until beauty emerges again,

Eclipsing all sadness.

A Fallen Petal