Twisting, turning, a pirouette on the wind
A soft swan song that has no end
Time passes on while joy is not filled
Pulsating between the real and surreal.
Vivid arcs of light
Serenity beyond my sight
As I feel the droplets fall
I find myself enjoying the calm of it all
As one removed from their absent self
Peace beyond all wealth.
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