real silence lies outside the front door
wrapped within the sun's rays and humid air
the scent of new blossoms and freshly cut grass
at peace with everything and everyone
the pulse begins to slow down
walk in the direction of the sun, the shadows follow you
walk away, and you're suddenly following the shadows
it's neither ugly nor pretty,
sweet or sour
captured within the eye of the beholder
in this collective, simplistic harmony
that we are all attuned to.
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