Somewhere, where the wind still whispers,
and the grass carries tales,
where the waves softly sing,
and the world momentarily pales.
Somewhere, between dream and morning,
where time loosens its embrace,
where there's no rush, no chasing,
where the heart can heal in place.
Somewhere, in a fleeting moment,
that no one truly sees,
where silence holds a meaning,
and for once, the soul is at ease.
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