The wind dropped.
The rain has stopped.
A stop on my life has stopped.
For my strife
Tho' life
Continues
Thru' that oblivious
Pleasure
That what stopped
Or dropped
Makes no difference
To my indifference.
To what stopped or dropped
I just go forward
Toward
My continuum
Of contentment
Of life...
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