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SERENITY
 
 
by Dena MartinAs I look
 
 
 Beyond the ripples of my reflections
 To examine my inner self;
 The ripples begin to fade . . .
 As the reflection lays beside me
 Grasping my hand,
 The inner warmth shields me
 And the vision of my reflection appears
 I see you. My Friend.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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