Even amongst the tall reeds of grass,
I see your image,
Of silence entwined.
He did ask me once,
Where comes forth the strength of the reeds?
I believe it springs forth from the ground,
A forte built from inside the rugged soil,
Of roots,
they grow into slender shoots.
Why slender, he asked?
To be as light-hearted as the breeze,
Soft as a feather,
A balm to a windless summer.
-shobana-
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