As feathers glide across the surface of the pond
And leaves shed their greenery for more subdued hues
Placed above
High in the sky by my surroundings
Ariel views of earth
Yet I can still see the pool of blue below
A speck of peace
Surrounded by such strife
Could I ever be alone without another to compare
Worldly driftings washing the shores
Impossible
I am a pond
To where do I flow?
From whence do I come?
And how can I keep myself so pure
If all that I see is barren...
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