Hazy mountains or lazy rivers
Morning glory or twilight quivers
Wavy oceans with sandy slivers
All are instances of peace givers
Silent nights between the sheets
Quiet parks with wooden seats
Rustling wind through empty streets
Those are also peaceful treats
Yet, these sites, in all their pride
Sooner or later may subside
What better dwelling can peace provide
Than the heart that beats inside?
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