Angels of peace perched on twigs by a reflective puddle,
All knowing eyes plumb the depths of worldly muddle.
Joyous cryptic wings gossamer challenge the mundane,
Refulgent colours waft by and heal the disdain.
Synchronous flights darn your soul mottled by distress,
Meditative glance beseeches your thoughts to flee the duress.
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