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In the quietude of solitude,
A sanctuary for the weary soul,
To find reprieve from life's tumultuous cacophony,
And in the stillness, we begin to unfold.
In the gentle hush of self-reflection,
We weave the threads of our inner being,
Unraveling the knots of stress and strife,
As peace begins its tender seeping.
For in this moment, we reclaim our essence,
The essence that has been lost in the fray,
And as we sit alone, we find our strength,
In the quietude, where our spirit can sway.
So take a moment, dear one, to be with yourself,
To let the world recede into the background,
For in the solitude, you'll find your true self,
And in that, a world of beauty rebounded.
© Jerry
A sanctuary for the weary soul,
To find reprieve from life's tumultuous cacophony,
And in the stillness, we begin to unfold.
In the gentle hush of self-reflection,
We weave the threads of our inner being,
Unraveling the knots of stress and strife,
As peace begins its tender seeping.
For in this moment, we reclaim our essence,
The essence that has been lost in the fray,
And as we sit alone, we find our strength,
In the quietude, where our spirit can sway.
So take a moment, dear one, to be with yourself,
To let the world recede into the background,
For in the solitude, you'll find your true self,
And in that, a world of beauty rebounded.
© Jerry
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