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I sat and I wondered, to myself in my head, what shall I do before going to bed? "There's not much day left; there's no time ...

Wednesday, September 14, 2011

Poem 334: Peace ALONE

There's nothing better than the silence
which is present when alone
the echoing walls tell a tale
that loud sounds cannot know
the wind and breeze carry whispers
that settle in the air
but with such business around
you'd never know they're there
so I revel in the stillness now
while standing here alone
for time will soon come when again
the world will surround.

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