In the quietness, shadows dance,
Where murmurs of the past upgrade,
A world immaculate by clatter’s thunder,
Reverberations of harmony at the heart’s center.
Underneath the moon’s delicate, silver gleam,
Contemplations unfurl in the calm stream,
Every heartbeat a delicate hold back,
In isolation, there’s excellence in torment.
Lost in the profundities of a peaceful psyche,
The commotion of life left a long ways behind,
Here, in the quietness, bits of insight arise,
A holy space where spirits meet.
So listen close, and you could find,
The insider facts that the quietness ties,
In each respite, an opportunity to see,
The sound of quiet liberates us.
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