A quiet pond
on a cloudy September's
Reflecting perfectly
the surrounding
Colours ever so
muted by the
waters tint
The air as still
as the water lying
Time is as still
as the water
and air
And gives breath
to the reflections of
one's self
Tis an easy place
to get lost in
this quiet
To forget all
that comes and goes
with our lives
Footsteps echo
on the old wooden
And with each one
the quiet for a moment
is broken
Our lives are full of 
footsteps and yet
we seek
But to return
back to the peace
of that place and time
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