Quiet Meadow

It is quiet in the meadow,
where the wind holds its breath,
to leave trees stand motionless,
and clouds colour purple in the afterglow.

No song of birds to be heard,
even the reed not to be stirred,
and a creek streams trouble free
into the river on its way to the sea.

Despite this quietness,
my thoughts circle, restless.

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