appearances of blues n'
disappearances of mirth
are like the seasons
and one should not be
disturbed by them
the moment you fully surmise
of who and what you are
it's only then that
you begin to build
your own pristine world
in the altitude of your life ~
of whatever you hath
having ebbed away
it will come back to you
with abundant cheers
rippling every bare
inlet, creek n' bay
T'is is the Psalm of Life!!
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