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.
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.
here is poetry that doesn't always conform
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