The lonely soul
is a beauty.
She is quiet,
so quiet
as she whispers her way
through the noise,
through the dark,
through the rain.
Sing a sweet song to her.
Call to her
and she shall hand you
a soft and thoughtful dream.
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Tag: Quiet
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Soft and Quiet
The time for soft and quiet has come.
Rest.
Lay down the bones of sorrows past.
Yesterday is a hush,
no longer ringing her angry bell.
She knows it true.
The time for soft
and quiet
has come.
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Sweet and Quiet
The sweet and quiet of life is where my soul belongs.
The essence of a strawberry.
The taste of the softest kiss beneath a swaying tree.
It is not all that I am, this sweet and quiet that calls me.
But it is my favourite place to be.
My favourite aspect of everything.
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This Place of Quiet
I am here in the quiet, knowing I am home.
I am the same, in this place, as the windy trees
and the sunset that melts across the bay.
This quiet.
It is the porcelain wail of a newborn child, it is the aching
of a freshly broken heart.
I know it well.
I know this place of quiet so well.
