Peacefully, there’s a tranquil beauty,
A delicate harmony, a quiet hug.
The world might rush, the voices clearly,
In any case, isolation lifts the spirit from the group.
Alone, we track down the peaceful flash,
A light that sparkles inside the dull.
In quietness, considerations start to wind around,
The bits of insight we hold, the fantasies we leave.
For in the quiet, we figure out how to be,
A murmured self, perpetually free.
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