Settling Thoughts
R RoseAnn V. Shawiak
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Water flowing circularly in a fountain pool,
water rippling, tickling the surface, reflecting
a shimmering sunshine from above.
Glimmering water falling from rocks piled atop
one another, chasing each other down and through,
gravity pulling it in a steady, trickling stream.
Brilliant, soothing, settling thoughts as they
appear incessantly in depths of intellect.
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