Soundless Solace

For minds that are evergreen,

Quiet may sate or aggravate

The nooks in irrationale. 

 

But when allowed; these serene hours,

What's gifted is perspective untarnished.

Even a cynic will wilt with reprieve. 

 

In the dead of night, and sound of mind,

This life burgeons in the silence

And rarities present in abundance. 

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These rarities are sought

These rarities are sought after, a life in that stillness. There is indeed much activity in the quiet state however the loud ones may protest, loudly. Thanks for sharing.


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