“In the silence of the mist
I heard the murmur of the brook
Softly cascading through rugged rocks
The melody seeped through my senses —
Poured into my hardened soul
Touching it,
Calling for surrender.
I sat still —
Lest the melody stopped.
The autumn breeze rustled
Through the yellowing willow
Teasing me with the flashing sun
And in the soft touch of its warmth,
I melt, I give in
To all that is – I surrender.”
- d.h.
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