In the midst of living in this chaotic city
Where street names are an insignia that determine where you can step
And the colored die young
I found my happiness in your big brown eyes
And serenity in the soft sound of your voice.
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PoeticPsycho (
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Serenity can be found in many places, especially within the mind.
You are right, serenity can be found just about in any place with the right mindset.
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