A quiet piece of scenery
reflected in the mirror of the surface,
the insight reached this field,
misty memories
cross through my mind
Stepping feet
to the marsh,
under cover of grown grasses
swimming ducks
are seen off and on
Without intention
oblivion reveals
in the narrow time
views of future
contemplated
Along the movements of ducks
ripples string
tracks drawn in the surface
eyes
are caught
For surmounting weakness of thyself
mental ripples
take place
the guide to the future
is sought earnestly
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