no other quiet place to be had
the noise held at abeyance
for once a clear line of thought
within an ocean that is quelled
no other reason to escape to
the hesitation means no mediation
for once meditation brings relief
within a garden that is well trimmed
no other family to hold dear
the abandonment our souls steer
for once a soul stirs in anticipation
within a crested grotto hemmed
~ imPRESSions ~
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crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
They are there - they are asleep in the sermon! heehee.
Empty of noise you mean? What about the snorers?
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