I tread on stepping stones
Across a mirrored pond
I step between flowers
Watching very carefully
Not to step on them
In guided meditation
I hear the trickling fountain
Of water cascading
Feel the heat of the sun now fading
All of this and more
Is a bliss that I adore
And I seek more and more
Love unconditionally I implore.
fauxcroft 
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