Noise And Peace
Searching for peace;
traveling from place to place,
the only thing I found
people jostling for space.
I shoveled through them,
I made my way;
bustling through the crowded streets,
did i find peace ? Nay...
I wish I could sit at the bay,
to breathe in
the fresh air;
the aroma of damp soil, and
the whirling of the tides;
I wish my life could recoil.
There should be two states,
from one I would flee;
one is of noise
and
the other is of Peace..
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