Sometimes, it is enough just to be.
In the stillness of the night
Words have left me.
No cause moves me
No sound breaks the peace.
Quiet, with books to read
Games to play,
No alarm clock
Come the morrow.
Peace without,
Peace within,
In the dreaming stillness,
Like the eye
Of the
Tornado.
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