Sometimes silence is my best friend,
It often comes to my aid,
Birds chirp sweetly round the bend,
The sun blazes bright, unswayed.
I love this kind of calm retreat,
When you sit still, so do I,
Slowly, gently, with care so sweet,
Stroking petals passing by.
I wish to speak with the world I know,
Where I live in such serene delight,
With patient trust, I softly go,
Sinking in a tale so bright.
I'd linger here more oft, it's true,
In a place where praise takes flight,
Fear and hardship fade from view,
Gone, like crystals of soul's plight.
A page is enough, time to fold,
It seems the end is near,
Yet happiness like this, so bold,
Won't flee—it lingers here.
Farewell, my faithful, steady friend.
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