In stillness I watch,
Eyes shut open,
Not a sound or notch,
Senses unbroken.
I see the world,
Her movements and her ways,
Stories untold,
That unfold every day.
Her subtle changes,
Her rhythm of life,
Her beauty that ranges,
From joy to strife.
Unblind with a key,
I see her all,
The world and her mystery,
Her rise and her fall.
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Category: Free Verse Poetry
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𝗮𝘁𝗮𝗿𝗮𝘅𝗶𝗮 (αταραξία)
Random𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲. 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬, 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐱𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐲. A poetic sanctuary where contradictions find harmony-a delicate interplay of sorrow and joy, chaos and...
