Patience,
Is the only necessary condition,
When dealing with emotional ice.

In a way,
That hours clip those moments of sadness,
& help us realize,
That what happened,
Really did happen.

Common sense,
Is the cliff, when seeing things,
You couldn't see before.

Like those old stories,
Which unravels showing evidence of morals.
A portrait painted with our fingertips,
& rain water.

The oceans were a country.
A developer of nature's union.
Like a mundane plea,
Becoming a bargin for soul transportation.

Tranquility,
Is the only effect,
To the cause of pain.