Quelled

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Droplet topples downward
on the surface broken down
sending concentric circles
all around and around

We who drown in the daily sound
all fall down and break the edge
We meet with feet the gravel ground
near the shelf at the water's ledge

Here the pattern pitted against the tide
is where we stand and choose to ride
Raising on the waves of change
yet what is it we hope to gain?

The echo remains
the heart withdraws
in silent pains
and cost sustained

From the center pushing away
A force of contact repelled
Emotions hidden from the light of day
and hope to breach defenses: quelled

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