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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