For the one whose mind steers from the course of animosity;
the winds of relief set his sails higher than grey birds adoring the pellucid skies.
His soul finds peaceful adornments like pebbles offering chrome to still waters.
With the sunlight glinting upon its face; its flow, a chilling satisfaction as bluebirds call yonder his once-a-lost psyche.
The one who finds forgiveness falls into a cushion of plume.
Never-ending tears coursing through the deserts of regret and transforming it to an ocean blue and clear with love.