Quiet

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A quiet comfort exists in the quiet,
Away from the bustle of life.
When pristine mornings sweep over,
With prancing mists and strands of the sun,
Spinning webs of gold through the cedars,
An unyielding stillness evokes within.

Imbibe from this nature,
Guzzle the potent elixir,
And as you lose grasp,
Find yourself in the reality,
That the serenity is as much,
From you as it is for you.

Place a foot forward,
And hear the quiet drift away,
Under the crumble of dry leaves.
Witness your creation,
The sounds of life,
And feel the universe in motion,
Bowing to the architect,
As you march on,
One foot after the other.

 

Vaibhav

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