At last, the noise retreats—
the clamour of hope and heartbreak,
the restless tides of longing and loss.
Here, in the gentle folding of stillness,
I find the space to breathe—
a soft pause between the chapters,
where memories drift like autumn leaves
settling in silent pools.
No need to chase the flicker of yesterday,
nor wrestle the shadows of tomorrow.
Just this moment—
quiet as the dawn’s first light,
fragile as a whispered secret
between heartbeats.
Here, I listen—
to the slow unfolding of time,
to the hush beneath the world’s hurried breath,
to the simple grace of being still,
and whole,
and present.
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