Simplicity in the walls that
softly hold you tight.
Doors of the souls sleeping
peacefully, though for the one
whom never sleeps.
Laying aside the secret
of desire while ever
mindfull of the want's
of others.
Waiting for now to become
the morrow.
Where all may know
a country of peace.
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