Silence

A drop of water,
Started a journey from the leaf to the pond,
From dotted moves to slow movement
Slanted leaves and quiet pond
All there was was but the move of a droplet

The breath held in rhythm
Slide one by one across does the droplet 
One moment the next and the next after too
Moments after moments all there are are just the slow movement of a droplet
Time is trained, troubles forgotten 

For in each a droplet causing a ripple 

Is the pond of the heart filled with silence

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