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Silence of Sunday

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The world is quiet,
The forest is resting.
Sun is winding down,
No rush, no craze.

Complexities are on the horizon.
Some unknown,
Many known.

I revel the silence of Sunday.
Piecing the pieces of peace,
Worries are resting,
So I will let them be.




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