Inside silence this seeming vacant stare
lays a mindful soul lost without a care.
Often would certain desire offer ware
when we wildly wise a silence is where.
Feel the breeze. The unnatural harsh air
will covet our loss wholly inside this snare.
It is a sound mind that does recover
inside the spiritual eye. His lover
would she might recall time is forever,
for it is need we recognize. Ever
a changing atmosphere, less reveler
more the quiet space of an outlier.
Oh to see the distant sun before gray
When inside sweet mystique treasure her way.
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