"In the silence of the mist I heard the murmur of the brook Softly cascading through rugged rocks The melody seeped through my senses — Poured into my hardened soul Touching it, Calling for surrender. I sat still —
Lest the melody stopped. The autumn breeze rustled Through the yellowing willow Teasing me with the flashing sun And in the soft touch of its warmth, I melt, I give in To all that is - I surrender." d.h.
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