Dissipate sorrow with patience,
Beautiful,
She is brave...
Like a bold promise,
She rarely falters.
Lovely,
Friends come together to exchange gazes,
Share fading illusions,
Reinforcing the very air we breath in the others presence.
Wonderment settles
While turning a shoulder to glance
At what the life lived appears to be,
Past faces engraved,
Memories resurrected like video tapes.
Too long,
Has she been sitting upon a rock in the middle of the river.
Contemplating worth,
Discussing courage with the water.
So long...
And it is as if so much time had hardly passed.
When a duty calls so helplessly,
She cannot stray from rejuvenating tendencies.
She can anticipate the strain she imposes on her own mind.
All that is conceived,
A devotion to remedy.
At whatever cost.
Here,
There are whispers attempting to falter the heart.
They say she is fruitless,
Barren,
Too fearful to ascend.
When suddenly, she rises to reveal her face.
A smile radiates,
Slowly,
As she leaps,
Returning to the emerald abyss.
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