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Inner Peace

  • Writer: Red Writing Hood
    Red Writing Hood
  • Aug 25, 2024
  • 1 min read

It's remarkably silent inside.

I listen closely,

yet, the sound of serenity

is all I hear.


A smile.

Not sound alone

is absent,

darkness is also not here.


If I were to breath deeply

I might ascend

into the air, with the weight of a feather.



a fluffy feather floating in midair

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