Comfort
Reaching gently, touch the water, soft flow of peace on my fingers,
bending low to look deep to the bottom, crystal clear,
rocks look like their moving
Gurgling sound comforts my soul, sunshine warms my skin, releaves strain,
Rushed thoughts pass away, I begin to rest.
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