Silence
Inhale the sky,
exhale the weight,
feel the air soften,
as calm takes shape.
Golden light drifts,
each wave a gentle breath,
folding, unfolding,
a pulse in time.
Pause—
hear the quiet sigh,
rest in the space between,
where all is still,
and shadows melt to dusk.
Cool winds trace the sand,
each grain a whispered story,
washed and drawn back,
softly, again, again.
Close your eyes,
and listen—
the world breathes with you,
a rhythm without end,
as stars find their place,
one by one.
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Printique Studios
A poetic journey weaver, I craft verses that paint the canvas of life with hues of dreams and determination. Their words resonate with empowerment, encouraging others to forge their destinies and embrace gratitude.
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