Serenity
She sits hunched under the willow:
Grey eyes glimmering with tears;
Mind tossing and turning with fears.
Though green moss is soft as a pillow.
Through murky tears she makes a find:
Eyes catch sight of sun dazzled floaters,
Calm and motionless in azure waters.
Their serene pink beauty stills her mind.
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