Silence is a presence so profound,
A weighty force that can astound,
It lingers in the stillness rare,
Softly beckoning, without a care.
Endless echoing voids unfurled,
Devoid of chatter, quip or word.
Within it, secrets lay concealed,
Invisible truths that are revealed.
No shouts or whispers can be heard,
Nothing moves in this solemn world,
Only the soft rhythm of your breath,
Guiding you towards eternal rest.
It's a force that can be serene,
A peaceful bliss that's often seen,
Enveloping you in its calm embrace,
A respite from a hectic pace.
It's a treasure to be sought,
A sanctuary wherein we find support,
In moments of quiet contemplation,
When we seek solace and inspiration.
Silence, a liminal space,
Where dreams and thoughts interlace,
A conduit to the divine and pure,
A place of refuge, ever secure.
Amid this reticence, I find,
A peaceful stillness that unbinds,
The troubled knots that bind my mind,
And in its calmness, solace find.
Oh, silence, how sweet you are,
A respite from life's relentless censure.
A reprieve from the clatter and din,
In which I find my peace again.
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Poetry
Poetrythe title speaks for itself, this account is full of short poems about the things I'm grateful for, appreciate and/or love.
