Peace…
Like the silence of perpetual existence;
The vortex of emotions,
The despair of parting waves,
The trembling of deafening thunder,
All sank in the darkness of memories…
The gentle strings of heart played the theme of eternal symphony,
Tranquil like the breeze caressing the river in moon light;
Those colors of spring came alive,
Painting the rainbow of transient hope.
The dark clouds may return,
The sun may recess in the vastness of sea,
Still my ears tune for the music of the dawn,
Certain of the life and its quest for happiness…
Like the silence of perpetual existence;
The vortex of emotions,
The despair of parting waves,
The trembling of deafening thunder,
All sank in the darkness of memories…
The gentle strings of heart played the theme of eternal symphony,
Tranquil like the breeze caressing the river in moon light;
Those colors of spring came alive,
Painting the rainbow of transient hope.
The dark clouds may return,
The sun may recess in the vastness of sea,
Still my ears tune for the music of the dawn,
Certain of the life and its quest for happiness…
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