My soul
My soul,
once was calm
and collected like
a stilled lake,
but someone or
something has gone
and thrown in a rock
that has shattered
its glass like surface,
ripples run far
and wide, but
unlike a lake
these ripples will
never end for
my soul lives forever.
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