Like a flower
Plucked from the field
I sit in wait
As the day begins to fade
The weight of eternity
Rests knowingly upon my heart
Whether I will or not
Truth pervades within
Tugging and striving
Drawing every breath
Each movement
Of deepest tranquility
Becomes a solace
Though turmoil resides
Kicking up dissent and wrath
Strength and peace
Prevail
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