The time's ticking by,
awaiting the right moment

like the ripple in the pond,
scatters the leaves around

leaving a sense of delight
also a bit of bummer

enlightening our strengths
and disproving our beliefs

plants flourishing on the bank
or the plant senescence?

That second decides the way,
either triumph or defeat.

There blossoms a hope,
ever uplifts like a rope

waiting for the next moment
cause this is Dogma of Life..
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