Smiles light
glances avoided,
synonymous with silent waters
I become,
treading almost agape in between
as lotus bloom.
My choices are less
even whiff of fresh cut grass
or dust mites escape not
the usual clamour
tepid on forgiving mostly.
A part half is done
day is riding
steadily with the axis
if never this be serendipity.
I have spoken
give me a story and said
what does not shrill
the sight of becoming
for now, this low this high.
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