no place is silent . but in the space between sounds . it can be peaceful
even when spelled out . the teenager in our brains . laughs at the dangers
cross every bridge . they were built for a reason . for discovery
the shortest distance . a person can travel is . rarely a straight line
with a heavy chain . and padlock, the parking lot . can be made secure
only small ripples . will reveal; the reflection . cannot be the truth
too many warnings . become noise that gets tuned out . instead of heeded
in two maple trees . their changing autumn colors . show disagreement
leaving the comfort . of yesterday’s memories . isn’t optional
to find happiness . one must make the decision . to become happy
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