Bare silence
The quiet is comforting. Eloquence at its finest
what is not spoken but still relayed reflects true communication.
The transient presence of the unknown resides on my premises
As i draw upon my element the silence and empty space is engulfed by my weighing soul
Nearly diluted by the common man's bustle my spirit remains intact
Resisting the status quo I find peace in the calming tides of a humble abode
Enacting the immaculate predecessors before my time i imitate such order
Instilling such within my own life in accordance with my own values
Full of bliss i find joy in what many would call solemn
Reflections of past mistakes such changes evolve me
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Reflection Of The World
PoetryDeep thoughts on life and its impact on even the smallest of ideas