Silence
Silence is golden. It was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. It's silence is deafening. It was so silent , I could hear myself think.
Each day is filled with people around
Movements and noise
Chatter and depleting energy
No where to go to recover
In the days prior so much quiet time
Now in these ages, we seem to desire a time of stillness and silence
Activity that toils and leaves me weakened
My brain fizzles to the humming of non stop words, sounds
The moments alone, secluded and quiet, still ...just me
Precious and rare.
A beautiful gift nature renders to her weary friend.
Rebirthing a new strength for the time ahead.
Lorraine Nur

Each day is filled with people around
Movements and noise
Chatter and depleting energy
No where to go to recover
In the days prior so much quiet time
Now in these ages, we seem to desire a time of stillness and silence
Activity that toils and leaves me weakened
My brain fizzles to the humming of non stop words, sounds
The moments alone, secluded and quiet, still ...just me
Precious and rare.
A beautiful gift nature renders to her weary friend.
Rebirthing a new strength for the time ahead.
Lorraine Nur
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