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#2
Stillness
Stillness settles on the tired horizon.
Dust becomes dormant as wind disappears.
Where are the waves that engulfed life?
Rolling across the grassy plains.
Ending where time rests it’s head.
Mocking the rest of the waters sweet sound.
Swallowed by fates restless hand.
Gone is the existence that we once knew.
One left to stand in the fire.
Who is this person that you have become?
Alone in the crowd of humanity.
Awake in the still of the night.
Stillness consumes me.
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Holding onto anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one who gets burned. - Buddha
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