Still feelings flee as all dirt does so a firm fate will need a firmer hand of principles: the seed which flowers the feelings anew, resown, regrown, so you can taste your lotus when in need. Even as you float on panicked waves find the caress of a thousand petals softening you still.
A calming, beautiful poem by Evelyne Kroval.
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