Where Quietude Holds
Sweet songs revel the shadows
a painted bunting's warble
hidden, as am I, living out
a poetic rhapsody of time
look away to where nature's winds
carry countless stories of love
patiently awaiting to lie down
on pristine sheets of pure passion
ink dipped in lavender lips of seda
where the lines prosper and live
free, with you, warm words afloat
like the fragrant lotus in full bloom
take me kindly into your bosom
where the quietude holds long
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