In Quiet Waters,
Still,
Behind the Wind,
Where Dreams the Day destroys
In mighty Silences
Can wake and bloom,
The Heart of Man
Lies,
Deeply-hidden yet,
Awaiting Spring.
Your Being,
Bright,
The Joyous Day
That will emerge,
Foretells :
As Fire in the Eastern Sky
Portends
The Sun.
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