A calm repose,
Placid waters,
Rhythmic rippled mirth,
Rolling in myriad shapes.
The cerulean expanse,
Embracing,
Pervading,
Absorbing the joys around,
The detached Cumulus clouds,
Finding a home in the idyllic retreat,
Safely enconsced.
My turbulent soul looked on,
Bereft,
Trying to find a tranquil niche.
The serene vibes,
Infusing inside,
Placating the stormy surges,
A utopia inside,
A detached idyll,
Nothing enters,
And nothing leaves.
I float free in an endless chiasm,
As I shed what I did not need,
The angst,
The guilt,
The remorse.
I have forgiven all of them,
The bygones,
I let them go,
And I happily moved on.
It is,
A plethora of happiness,
A dearth of void,
For the empty gaps,
They are now suffused with mirthful hues.
Dark chiasm,
Dotted with dazzling orbs,
That shine bright.
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