Calm
What would you consider calm?
Maybe a tropical palm
Or a vibrant butterfly on an infant’s
Sprouting hair
Yet even a single tulip
Amidst the life that’s bare
Or a teeming cub
In a mother bear’s lair
Could it be the sea?
So clean
So pure
And yet
There isn’t anything I’d
Choose
Except choosing
The look on an
Innocent face
So fresh
So content.
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