Beneath the surface, stillness lingers.
A quiet pulse, unbroken, unseen.
No ripples disturb the mirror's face,
yet depth carries the weight of calm.
In this silence, a voice is born,
soft as breath, vast as the sea.
Peace does not shout-it simply is,
like silent waters embracing the sky.
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