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Levitating flows. A poem

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Quiet influence
Quite amicably,
Life’s congruence
Reverberates in me

The spirit of stillness
Leaves me speechless
Each time I attune
And watch my gifts prune

To what they were
Intended to do
Sometimes, I drown in my ways
Yet your force sees me through

Answered prayers fluently
Emerge in my mist
As I go about my days merrily
Immersed in the soothing breeze

Of this gift: we call life.

Your gentle touch reminds me,
To never lose sight
Of the wonders brewing in me
And suddenly
I regain my might
To manifest
What the voice of reason
Shines in my forest
Of dormant oaks,

As I conjoin with
The changing seasons
To become prosperous
In my thoughts