Ripples on still waters,
fuelled by a breeze
distorts the reflections there
like the ripples in our lives
fuelled by dark storm clouds
that tend to pass our way.
With the warming sun
the waters remain still
and all reflections are clear.
The sun in our lives
has no ripples running through them
only smiles and warming dreams.
It's sad that the sun
cannot always shine
and storm clouds
and cold winds
have to torment
our lives and still waters.
5 July 2014
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