Poetry
Festival of Silence
A prayer for a place I crave but do not yet know.
A festival of silence, a pillow of winds,
Forgive me, Life, for I have sinned.
Sorrow abound, transgressions deep,
Seeking stillness for my soul to weep.
Chaos fades into a distant sound,
As I find refuge in silence, profound.
The bustling world, its noise and strife,
Fades into oblivion, as I embrace Life.
In this haven, a moment’s reprieve,
Where sins are pardoned, and hearts find relief.
Whispered echoes, a hush prevails,
A symphony of stillness, where peace unveils.
Within this realm, serene and grand,
A tranquil moment, a gentle command.
Every breeze, a soothing caress,
Tranquil air fills this sacred space.
The leaves sway gracefully, as if to repent,
In gentle surrender, their sins are sent.
Forgive me, Life, for my trespasses,
In this silence, my soul confesses.
In the depths of solitude, I find solace,
A humble plea within this sacred space.
With silent reverence, I deeply bow,
Embracing stillness, releasing burdens now.
In this festival of silence, I find
The grace of redemption, and peace, divine.
Winds carry my humble plea,
To the Stars above, where forgiveness be.
In this tapestry, soft and calm,
I find absolution, like a healing balm.
A festival of silence, a sacred retreat,
Where my soul finds solace, at Quiet’s feet.
Forgive me, Life, for I have strayed,
In this stillness, let my sorrows fade.
In this space, I discover
The grace of redemption, like a gentle cover.
A festival of silence, a sanctuary complete,
Where spirits revive and souls retreat.
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