Asma

On a still water

A pebble fall,

Stirring the semi-quietness,

living creatures rustled

and moved about,

tiny air too small to see,

Penetrated the water surface,

And let shrubs and herbs grow.

A world breaths inside,

For a pebble and more.

happening like this constantly.


In a calm crowd

Asma came,

stirring the semi-numbed emotions

Hearts and minds rattled and ran with,

Tiny ecstasy, too small to sense,

Penetrated the emotional surface,

And let friendship and fiend-ship grow,

A community breathe inside

For Asma and more, happens like this constantly. 

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