Personal Peace

Beautiful, dense silence

Washing my mind like rain

Think gripping darkness

Holding me only as a lover can

Gentle, tangible stillness

A balm on my wounded soul.

A quiet sigh escapes my pale lips

As peace finds me at last.

A silent mind,

A dark body,

A still soul.

Angela Specker

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