Drop the rose petal into the water.
Watch it swirl then wash away.
Mind preoccupied by this and that.
Watch the sunlight shift and sway.
See the reflection of the morning
etched across the water's back.
Count the blessings of some other.
Talley up those things you lack.
Lost in some other's vivid fairy tale
because the life you have is mold.
Listen to that inner voice inside.
Believe the good things you are told.
Mark the spot inside the book's pages
so that with time the spot is not lost.
Stop and make the shadows retreat.
Confusion and doubt come at a cost.
Petals are all gone no more are left.
You hold the stem and fling it out.
No more depressive thoughts remain.
You leapt the fence and turned about.
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