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Aug 2017
I find my rest,
My soul is content,
Happy with whatever will be.
Dreams do not urge me,
Memories do not haunt.
I drink from the waters,
Of this moment before me.
In the present,
I am most alive,
In this moment.
And yet I find my rest,
My soul is content.
Written by
E K Weber  F/United States
(F/United States)   
190
   Madeon and Cristina Dean
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