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Under an old bridge, one day,

I sat upon by the still waters,

seeking a moment of peace.

Just then a breeze blew ,

displacing all the fallen leaves,

creating ripples in the silent reed.

Then the sun came down,

the waters went dark,

and the silence grew loud

I waited by the bank, to let the shadows pass,

scared as i was to fall in the dark.

But the shadows grew deep and the silence was deafening.

No not peace!

It was the ingress of mocking.